It has been 10 days since Jeremy has passed, Lydia’s best and only friend. Today was his funeral. The rain pounded against the windows. The light flickered whenever the tree branches hit against the power lines. Quickly, Lydia slipped on a black dress, fringed with floral lace. She walked into the bathroom to wash her face because she was crying. Quietly, she walked downstairs, her dress brushing against the railing. The day was dark, quiet and gloomy. Even the tasty aroma of fried eggs couldn’t heal her depressed look. Her mind was made up, she was in the depths of despair.