Once upon a time, April 12th had been a day of joy. Peter had celebrated the birthday of his best friend David on that day, and he always did his best to spoil the man he thought of as a brother. And then, one of the years he had intended to spend the day celebrating, a man had come to the door to shatter any illusions of happiness the day brought. Alessandro Dragonetti had delivered the ashes of one Robert MacGavillary direct to Peter's doorstep, and Peter had learned another of his dear friends was dead. The day took on new meaning. The two years preceeding had been spent quietly, and though he had celebrated David's birthday in a subdued fashion, Peter had been plagued with the memory of opening the box and finding the remains of his friend inside.
( This is why one shouldn't drink )
( This is why one shouldn't drink )