It is a beautiful day. The sun is shinning. The birds are chirping. Flowers are blooming. Everyone is happy. Everyone, that is, except for the little girl sitting on the corner. A rain cloud is hovering over her head alone. Her face has no color and her eyes look lost. Her dress wet and plastered to her skin, is the blackest of blacks. She wears it so people can see the color of her heart. Everything is dark around her, yet the sun still shines, the birds still chirp, and the flowers still bloom. Her lips curl into a mocking smile as a drop of color enters her world. Only one drop will she spare for those who condemn her and look away. One drop of crimson blood balanced on the tip of her finger. That is all she'll shed to mourn those she's lost to the garish light of day. One drop- lost to the rain falling down. One drop- mixed with the earth to make the flowers grow and feed the birds. One drop- to give light to the lost friends of darkness.