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She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

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ICE COLD FACTS 'BOUT U! Name: Deity Heda Villaser Nickname: Dei, Hed, Address: Automotoville Subdivision Cellphone no: +639596349085 Birthday: November 26, **** School: BCGHS Ambition: to become a fashion designer FAVORITES ....... Hobbies: make-overs, shopping Music: When I Look At You, All of me, etc Singers: Random Book: none Sports: gymnast Bestfriends: Precious, Arriane and Xyna

I call for Avery and I thought that something might happen. "Bub, where are you? I shouted frantically. I'm starting to panic, it's my birthday again why always on this day? That's the thought playing on my mind. When I'm too occupied with my thoughts, I heard familiar voices singing Happy Birthday and a light came from the candle. I don't know if it is real or just my hallucination. I just stared at them. I don't want to blink my eyes I'm too afraid that if I do, they will disappear in front of me. My parents, best friend, Avery, Jeff, Tamara, and my girl Bettany are here. They sing happily a Happy Birthday. Bettany is the one holding a Birthday Cake, I walked at her slowly and stared at he

he said. "The smell of that place would put anyone out for hours, Evelyn." "You don't have to call me Evelyn," I said. "I prefer Evie or Eve." Adam nodded. "Well, Evie or Eve, we have another few hours in this vehicle if you feel like sharing anything else I might need to know." I shrugged. "What do you want to know?" "Well," he said thinking. "What do I need to know?" "My birthday is February 22nd and my middle name is Michelle," I answered. "You?"

"I'm not feeling any emotion heights with your words...uhm...Yulia. Are you here to kidnap me?" "No. I'm simply paying you a visit." "Really? Am I that pitiful?" "No. You really just beguile my interest. I'm glad I came." He approached her. He took her hand to put a small, silver box with a glittery ribbon on top. "Happy birthday, Tamara Kromatova. Accept my gift to you. May you dream of me until I see you again."

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

That message read: ​ “XI•VIII•MCMXCVIII = 11 Aug 1998” ​ It was her birthday. ​ THE END