"Solace it is the... Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness" She told me, Looking at me she smiled at me. "And you are the definition of the word itself... I hate to this to you on your birthday happy birthday... My love" A tear left my eye as the noise around her begin to fade and peace filled her eyes, I kissed her before she drifted off to sleep. I love you Sara, Yet I have failed to save someone I love, Like how I failed saving their loved once lives... Hehe... I shouldn't have took this job... "Time of death.... February 22 202X.."