She laughed. For one last time!
Only silence followed later, uneasy and cold. Years and years of autumn, dry winds blowing at her face, leaves crumbling under her legs as she walked in the same deserted lanes, yet foreign. The loneliness chilled her spine and shook her core, weakening her, suffocating her. She did not remember when was the last time she felt alive. She sat, all by herself, in never ending room, dark and moist, with rays of light hitting her eyes, hurting 'em.

She heard a distant voice. Clearer, "Darling, Happy 32nd Birthday!". She then answered many calls from her friends and attended her own party.
She laughed. Every single time.