Callidora never pictured herself as a stalker but here she was stalking a five-year-old. She sat atop the tree as she peered through the window into the house. There was a party, it was just the girl and her parents and they were singing a birthday song to her.
Callidora could hear them like she was in the same room. She hummed along and tried to pretend she was also a part of this even though she was outside in the cold that she could barely feel, alone. The cutting of the cake seemed to be the young girl's favorite part because she screamed when her mother brought the cake.
She knew all she had to do was knock and they would open the door but why would she do that? She didn't deserve any atom of happiness not with what she had done. She sighed and swung down from the tree, her soles touched the floor silently.
