Dressed in an all black, satin night suit, Seraphina was sitting on her floor of a room shrouded in darkness. The only source of light in that room were the moon and the flickering candles on the birthday cake that was placed in front of her.
There was a time when Seraphina feared the darkness more than anything else in the world, but now, the darkness resides within her.
Seraphina's eyes were focused on the portrait in front of her. A moment frozen a time that had beautifully captured the happiness that once was a part of her life. It her her family portrait that they took on her 9th birthday; her last birthday that she celebrated with her family.
With a teary smile, Seraphina gently sliced the soft chocolate sponge cake that she had baked herself. Every year, her parents would make the same cake for her on her birthday and Seraphina remembered decorating it with her brothers, and now, she was the sole bearer of this tradition.
