So a nice woman who had heard of our troubles with death rented us a house. It wasn't a big thing, just a small little quaint abode by a frozen lake where we could stay till with passed our grief and moved on to another town. 
The town we ended up in was called Sioux Falls, South Dakota and there were people everywhere. 
"Y'know, I was born here." Mylo says, standing next to me, while we gaze out the window.
I swallow air. "Really?" 
"Yeah, I was born in that hospital we were just waiting in, room 108." He says proudly.
"I don't know anything about you." I say, walking away from the window. 
Mylo nods. "Sit and learn." 
I hop up onto the counter and look at him expectantly.
"Well, you know my name and where I currently live, but I was born here obviously, my favorite color is navy blue, my favorite animal is the arctic fox, and I've only had 1 girlfriend, Sarah." He says.
"Do you have any tattoos?" I ask, playing with the end of my braid. 
"One." He says.
I tilt my head, wanting to see. 
He lifts up his shirt and arm, and on his rib cage is a small key. 
"Can't believe I didn't see that." I say, examining it. 
"I got it a while back, It's kinda cheesy." Mylo explains.
"It's not cheesy, it's cool." I went quiet for a moment. "I want one." 
Mylo's eyes widen. "What of?"
"One of my friends just died, and he had wings, maybe a feather." 
"Where?" He asks.
"I think the shoulder blade would be acceptable." I answer. 
Mylo nods. "It'll hurt." 
"I've been tortured." I say. "And met Lucifer, so it can't possibly be so bad." 
"How 'bout today?" He pauses. "Let's do it here."
"Don't we have to place an order?" 
"No, I don't think so." He says. "Well, I didn't have to." 
"What did you do?" I ask. 
"Walked in and slammed my credit card on the table, then requested for a tattoo." 
"Let's do it." 
***
3 hours later, a beautiful feather marked my skin. 
"It looks great." Milo says, tapping my arm lightly. 
I look up at him. "It hurts like hell."
"We were on the verge of death a couple of days ago, now you're complaining over some stupid tattoo." Milo says. 
"What do we do about Apollo?" I ask, out of the blue, trying to hide the pain in my eyes. 
He sighs, patting my head. "We'll probably bury him, and motor." 
"Motor?" I ask. 
"Leave, sorry." He says. 
I face-palm. "I swear to god Mylo." 
"Sorry." He says, helping me out of the tattooist's chair.
"Anyway, maybe we should bury Ap--"
"Just leave it for now." Mylo interrupts.
He pays and we leave the shop, the cold air brushing our cheeks with color.
Then, everything froze.
"Daughter." Lucifer beckons from behind me. "Why is Apollo White knocking on my door?"
"Because he died." I squeak, almost not believing it.
"Ah. Do you want him back?" He asks.
"What?" I ask, seething.
"Yeah, it's your birthday, I guess you'd want something." He murmurs, looking like a good dad for once.
"It's my birthday?" I ask.
"March 7th." He says. "You turn twenty today."
"Wow." I gawk. "I forgot it was my birthday."
"It happens to a lot of people, trust me." He says.
"Well, if you can bring Apollo back, I would enjoy that." I say.
"Okay." He waves a hand. "Go to him."
Then time starts again.
"Hazey..?" Mylo asks.
"We have to go to the morgue." I say, starting to run.
"Wait, why?" Mylo asks.
"Because it's my birthday!" Then I sprint.
***
"Miss, you cannot go in there without permission from the doctor." The receptionist says.
"Exactly the person we were looking for." A nurse say, grabbing me by my elbow.
Mylo follows us into the morgue, where Apollo was sitting, in a metal chair, holding a Cup Of Noodles like it was his baby.
"Apollo." I breathe.
He looks up at us, with tearstained cheeks.
"Wait, he's alive?" Mylo asks from behind me.
"Happy birthday Hazel." Apollo says, tossing the cup of noodles on the floor.
"We're not sure how this happened." The doctor says, walking in. "His neck was snapped in half and his heart wasn't beating, then it was all fixed and he was breathing again."
"It is truly a miracle." The nurse that had just walked us in here says.
Apollo stands up from the chair, wiping his teary cheeks. "Thank you."
"No problem." I say.
Apollo throws himself on me wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. "I was in Hell."
"I heard." I say. "My dad told me." "I need some morals." He says.
Mylo's hand rests on my shoulder, it was like everything was right in the world. And for a moment, it was.