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Who saw past the scandal to the person underneath. "Okay," I say. "Let's celebrate." That night, at a restaurant overlooking the city, surrounded by everyone who matters, I make a toast. "A year ago I thought my life was over. Thought I'd lost everything that mattered. But I was wrong. I hadn't lost everything. I'd lost the things that were breaking me. And in losing them, I found myself. Found my strength. Found my purpose. Built something real. So here's to new beginnings. To rising from ashes. To proving that the worst thing that ever happened to you doesn't have to be the end of your story. Sometimes it's just the beginning of a better one."

I walked towards my mirror, staring at my reflection with my phone in hand, glancing at the message over again My life felt like it stopped five years ago when I lost my best friend. A smile crept up my lips as I remembered standing in front of this same mirror a year ago, on my previous birthday, and all I could do was stare at myself and let tears fall down my cheeks, for the past five years, my birthday had never been something I looked forward to. Remi's birthday was just two days before mine, so we usually celebrated either on her birthday or mine. But since she left, I have never had the urge to even wish myself a happy birthday.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

I want to end my life as it is now. Okay, if that’s what you want, it’s now my turn. I was hurt by you, but I’m not like you. See what I’m going to do as you wait. The following day was incredibly depressing. When my birthday celebrations began, the entire house chimed with well wishes, I recall. But here I am, by myself, conversing with myself. I’ve been by myself in this location before. No one has wished me in the previous years. “Dad, check out the gift he gave me for my birthday. Pain. Can I return him? Huh..” Nothing. There is only bird noise.

The dam has broken. I’ve never had a birthday celebrated, not once in my 21 years. Birthdays were always a reminder of everything I’d lost. On my eighth birthday, I was supposed to shift into my wolf, but I didn’t. Instead, I became the wolfless wolf, discarded and abandoned. On my 20th birthday, I thought it might finally be different. I thought I would meet my mate. Instead, I was ruthlessly rejected, and minutes later, assaulted. That day was supposed to be my beginning, but it turned out to be my darkest.

I refuse to be their victim any longer. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I struggle to keep them open much longer. Today has been an incredibly shit day and I just want to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, I will realize this has all been a scary dream, and I will wake up the day before my birthday and I can have a do-over. My eighteenth birthday has sucked. It’s okay though. I never expected anyone to remember my birthday, let alone celebrate it. I won’t let this break me. I can’t let this break me. Not today. Not tomorrow. And not ever.

“Your life is what you make of it.” …. ~ Alyssa ~ I wish the conversation between Austin and me later that night had never occurred. I wish I could turn back time, and try my possible best to prevent it from ever occurring… but I couldn’t. Words that have been said can’t be taken back, regardless of how much one tries to do so. It was my birthday night, and I turned twenty-three. An age I have always been so excited about… but now I dread it. I was meant to be celebrating now, but here I am… bawling my eyes out like there was no tomorrow.

“Tonight’s gonna be fun. And weird. And probably emotional.” I groaned. “I hate birthdays.” She smiled. “You won’t hate this one.”

“So, will you tell me how you landed here? Because I know you’re not someone who visits anyone’s place.” I didn’t reply to anything on which he sighed before speaking, “Fine, don’t tell me. But at least wish me a happy birthday if you want to.” Fuck! I closed my eyes in regret and then looked at him. I again forgot his birthday, just like every year, but you couldn’t blame me for that. Because every year on his birthday, my mood used to get spoiled for one reason or another. “Happy birthday, Liam. And I’m sorry, I…”

I had to shift, I had to be strong and I had to defeat the vampire king along with my friends and pack members. The next morning, I opened my eyes and smiled. It's my birthday and I’m 19. Compared to last year, I am very happy to welcome another year of my existence. Unlike before, I considered it just another normal day. But today is different. I have people who will celebrate it with me and hope to have my best.