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Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

What’s the worst that I could expect from someone who only had to thrust 4 times to come? “Forget it,” I bit out through my teeth. I wanted revenge against Jason but I was served with disappointment. “I should be apologizing. This was a mistake.” He paused halfway pulling his sweatpants on. “A mistake?” “Yes, a huge mistake. This, us, you…all of it. This never happened okay? Let’s pretend this never happened and go back to our lives.” I zipped up my gown, found my shoes, and showed myself the door. The worst of my life happened on my birthday. I was ready to put it behind me when I crawled into bed later that night after a miserable time at the so-called club.

I said and pointed to the door, he came to me and gave it to me before going out. I held my head. "Argg why did everyone not even remember that today is my birthday? Like duh birthday woyy!!" "Arggg! It's so badass!" I kicked my table, I groaned. "Shit!!" I think this is my worst birthday ever! Until a person or animal came home, no one really said happy birthday to me!! even Mommy, I didn't even receive a call from her, because I won't rely on Dad anymore because he can really forget, he didn't remember when it was my birthday, he always forgets that.

I couldn’t have moved forward without shooting my shot, and it sucked that it hadn’t been received well, but at least I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering if I should have at least tried. Disappointment wouldn’t kill me tonight; it never had in the past. “Okay.” He narrowed his eyes. “Okay,” he repeated. “Glad we got that cleared up.” “Same.” I turned and signaled the bartender before he could stop me. It was my birthday, and I would be damned if I spent my first night free being bundled into a cab and sent home early. “Guess it’s time for Plan B.” If anything, his eyes narrowed further. “I’m not going to like Plan B.”

Glad to know and I made a mental note about that. "Why don't you like birthdays?" "It brings bad memories. I lost my brother on my 7th birthday and my dad and mum fought in front of the guest which led to my dad never coming back home and a broken family" "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed the worst" "I am happy you asked. This was the best birthday I had after all those years and the best part was I got to celebrate with you. I will only celebrate my birthday if you are with me"

I asked, but he didn’t answer, his eyes seemed surprised, “Because everything we did earlier seemed new to you,” “Well, no, this was not the first time, this was actually the second time I went here, it’s just, it’s been a while since the first time, and my companion was so annoying,” he said and glared at me. There’s always some kind of annoyance with a person. “Even when you were a kid, you never came here?” “No, like what I said, I’m not close with any part of my family,” “What about your birthday?” “I’m usually on a business meeting, so, I always forget that it’s my birthday,” I nodded, “My friends were not here, so none of them could celebrate it with me, but I don’t need to celebrate,

They said it’s my birthday but deep down I knew how horrible this day is, a day on which I had lost my momma papa. Yea, I hate this day and I hate myself!! This birthday again proved me right that how wretched this day is. Several years before, on this same day, I had lost my parents and today the only difference is an unknown Satan, a monster has forcefully entered my life, pushing to the limit to destroy the only family I left.

They never took them off. However, since Ella showed up, those pins mysteriously disappeared, replaced by embroidered gold thread patches she had gifted them. It was as if they had forgotten who they used to love most. It was a good thing that I did not waver when they proposed. I chose neither of them. I drew a circle on the calendar. It was the date I would be marrying a stranger. It was time to end the little game between the four of us. Since I had made up my mind to leave, I had to wrap things up at work in New York.

With a sigh, I opened the letter, and my eyes quickly found his familiar handwriting. Wendy, I'm sorry for what I did last night. I was wrong and I feel bad about it. I'm sorry for everything. I don't deserve much, but I hope you can forgive me. Also, happy birthday. I looked at the letter, feeling a weird sensation in my chest. Birthday? It took me a moment to understand. Today was my birthday. How did I forget? The past few days had been a mess of work and anger and hurt, and I had almost forgotten the day that used to matter so much to me.

“And as long as you come back to Florida with me for my spring break.” “Of course,” he answered, “That’s only a couple weeks away.” I nodded. “I’ll be up and moving by then. Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss your birthday.” My birthday. A little less than a month away. It was something that was always the furthest from my mind. It was depressing. It was the anniversary of my rape and I turned one year older. “Yeah,” I said, “I’m going to do it big.” That’s what I said last time we celebrated together and nothing went according to plan. He stared and then forced a smile. I could see it in his eyes; he was remembering.