Novel & Cerita Birthday Month Personality

"Were you ever going to tell me about your birthday?" "You never told me about yours," she says softly lifting her hands from mine only to place what felt like a man shaped cookie cutter in my hand. "I honestly haven't thought about it with everything we've been through." "My birthday is on the day we met at the bar," I say quietly. "March 25, 1992." "So I was the best birthday gift you ever got," she asks and kisses my cheek.

I reach for my phone to check the actual date when Nate precedes me, saying, “It’s the 24th of January. We should celebrate.” I take a deep breath. The 24th of January. I repeat it in my head again and again—my birth date. I never could’ve guessed. And I’ve been guessing all my life. “I don’t know. This feels weird,” I answer, brows still creased in confusion. I always knew that my birthday was almost certainly not in November, but it was nice that we chose the first snow day. “Well, I already told Jenny and Eleanor. Your friends are coming to your place after work,” he replies, face scrunching up.

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.

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' 'I just said your birthday was a week ago,' 'Does it mean my birthday is in November?' She asked again, glaring bullets at me to oppose her conclusion. The missing her birthday part wasn't sitting too well with her. If there's one thing she loves, it's parties. I raised my hands up in surrender and nodded. 'Ooh, when!' 'November 16,' 'November 26?' She asked with an innocent blink of her eyes. Chuckling, I nodded, agreeing to her new birthdate for the year. 'Wow, November is just weeks away,'

she cleared her throat, "ugh ... What's your birthday?" "July the thirtieth. When is yours?" "I don't really know, but the orphanage gave me April the second and I wasn't feeling that so now I'm officially going with August the fifth." I frowned. "Really? I didn't know people changed their birthdays like that, I know of birth years but not birthdates. I'll be sure to remember though, I'm good at keeping stuff." "Hmm, okay," she cleared her throat again and relaxed more into her seat. What is one question you know your mum would certainly want to ask me?"

I smile at him shyly and keep walking. Back at the school, each of them gives me their gifts and surprise me with a birthday cake. It was a small celebration. Just my friends. I'm grateful that Penelope didn't throw something bigger. I'm not much of the party girl type. While we are eating in the common room I get texts from my mom and a few other family members wishing me a happy birthday.

For tonight, there’s no tension or distance it feels like we are actually friends, talking like they’ve known each other their whole lives. I ask him when his birthday is. He hesitates. “January.” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s it? No date?” He chuckles. “The eleventh.” I nod, smiling. “Capricorn. Makes sense.” “Is that good or bad?” he asks. “Depends,” I tease. “Do you like being in control all the time?” His smirk deepens. “You tell me.” The playful silence that follows makes my pulse race. I can feel the heat of his gaze even when I look away.

“When’s your birthday?” She blinked. “Why?” “Pact partners share intel,” he said. “Basic stuff.” She hesitated, then said, “July. Cancer.” “Figures,” he muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Moody. Emotional. Always pretending you’re tougher than you feel.” She glared. “And you? Let me guess. Scorpio?” He smirked. “November. Nailed it.” “Explains everything,” she shot back. Their laughter bounced off the tiles, quiet but real. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like the walls were closing in.

“I knew it. You’re so busy you’ve forgotten everything.” Hearing that, I racked my brain harder. “My birthday? No, that can’t be. Mine’s at the start of the year. I’m an Aries. “Yours? No, your birthday hasn’t come yet either. Then what is it? What other important dates are there? “Your mom’s birthday? No, that’s next week.” I blurted out a few guesses, all wrong. Miles looked at me, amused by my confusion. I gave up.