Jane Boyd sat in front of her vanity while she gently brushed her titan locks. The diamond ring that she had been given by her father sat just a bit away with her other jewelry.

She loved her father dearly, and without feeling the slightest bit guilty, decided that he was her favorite over her mother. It wasn't because of the many material things that he bought her, but because of the attention he gave her; something her mother didn't.

Smiling, she gingerly slipped the ring onto her finger and left to visit her father at work.

Jane was immediately rushed home as soon as she arrived. A friend of her father's had said that he was busy and she couldn't stay. Confused, she obliged.

When she was home, the horrible news was given to her. It was her mother who had been in the same building with him that day when the elevator accident occurred. Now she sat on the sofa with her head in hands.

She took the news rather well for being only seventeen. Calmly, she walked outside to the garden, every step feeling like there was a ball and chain attached to her foot. Looking up at the sky, she felt a powerful wave of nostalgia sending her into tears. Her father used to mention how her eyes were the exact same shade as the sky.

Sitting on a bench, she sobbed into her hands. She could hear the faint hum of an airplane and leaves rustling in the trees that towered overhead.