The Honda Civic roared down the street like some white stallion in a fairy tale. At least that's what Alfie Skyhart liked to imagine it must look like. In reality his old beat up Civic trundled down the road. The car was clearly on its last legs and would need to be replaced before too much longer, but Alfie just didn't have the money. Money. It's funny how when you have so much of something for awhile you never realize how quickly it can disappear before your eyes. Just like happiness. Money and happiness were fickle but they weren't mutually exclusive.<br/><br/>The little girl humming to a Taylor Swift song in the backseat was proof of that. He peered at her through the rear view mirror. She was a small girl garbed in a pair of blue jeans and a light blue shirt. She had on a light jacket over that and she was presently looking out the window as she bobbed with the music. She had once informed him that she was going to be a singer. "Just like Taylor Swift!" She had proudly proclaimed, puffing out her chest. Her name was Rosalie Skyhart.<br/><br/>But all was not well. Pain wasn't always obvious on the surface but there was a chasm between his daughter and him. He looked ahead again. It was already dark outside but they were getting closer and closer to the location of his high school reunion. Alfie wasn't even sure why he was coming. He had lost contact with most of his friends long before he'd even sank into his depression. But he felt it would be fun to get out of the house and it was something he could do with Rosalie.<br/><br/>He pulled down into a school parking lot. The event would be taking place in a small gym. He checked himself. He was garbed in a blue and white polo shirt and blue jeans. He looked nice and neat. That was enough for him. When Rosalie was gotten out of the car she grasped his hand, jumping up and down excitedly as she saw other people proceeding into the gym.<br/><br/>"Excited?"<br/><br/>"You bet!" She said. "I'm gonna meet your friends!"<br/><br/>Alfie chuckled and led the way into the gym. He wasn't so sure she would be right. It was always possible. Anything was possible. But it dawned on him then that someone would be missing from this get together. Not that she had graduated, but she had had friends, too. The knife twisted in his gut. He shook himself mentally. He couldn't break down here. There were so many eyes all around.<br/><br/>Alfie walked over to a small table where various snacks were arranged. He grabbed a small cake and a coke and looked around. He saw some folks he vaguely recognized but none that he had been particularly close to. That wasn't surprising. Most of the people he had known had left for greener pastures after high school. Had he really expected to see someone he knew?  The fact that he even knew about it was a miracle. A tiny story had been buried in the weekly paper about it a couple of weeks ago. If it hadn't been for that he wouldn't have even been there.