David

The evening is chilly against your skin, making you shiver. Your friend, David, is walking next to you, his shoulder almost touching yours. Your birthday has been surprisingly quiet. No loud parties, which you usually tolerate out of politeness. Just the two of you, and it’s kept a secret from everyone else.

— Where are we going?

David just smiles mysteriously, putting his finger to his lips.

• It's a surprise. But I promise you won't regret it.

And here you are, standing on the roof of an abandoned high-rise building overlooking the city. There is a fence around you, but David, as usual, has found a way. Usually, recklessness scares you, but for some reason today you just trust him.

The city spreads out beneath you like a glittering sea of ​​lights. In the distance, the vague outlines of mountains, and above them, the sky, painted with delicate pastel colors.

• Happy birthday

David whispers, hugging you by the shoulders. There is a special silence and penetration in his voice.

You lean on the parapet, watching in hypnotism as the sun slowly slides toward the horizon. The sky is ablaze with every shade of orange, pink, and purple. You've never seen a sunset like this before.

• I know you don't like material gifts. So I decided to give you something else.

you are friends and on your birthday he gave you a sunset