It was 10 pm. The summer moon was above her part of the world. Other people her age were partying. Drinking, getting high, having sex. But she just sat on her couch staring at the candle on her coffee table. Because it was that day. His day. Her first full year without him. She looked away from the candle and glanced at his picture. She gave him a weak smile and went to bed... the candle went out.
