It was late night. Around 11:00. She placed her handbag on the red couch of Billy’s Diner and made her way across the smell of freshly baked tarts to the bathroom. She made a mental note to buy the lemon tart, though she hated lemon. Once she locked the door behind her, she relaxed her lungs and removed her beige beanie, letting her dark brown hair breathe. Looking in the mirror, she tucked away her bangs, revealing a scar that brought back the worst of memories. It hurt. A lot. But that’s all she ever did. She checked her phone, it was 11:11. Memories, thoughts, and emotions were running through her at the speed of lightning, until she closed her eyes and made one, last, wish.