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Quickly, she scrambled up the pile of rubble blocking her path. Just as she reached the top, her human nose picked up the scent of her Alpha and mate, Jason. Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race.

Daelyn woke up extra happy that day, it was her birthday. She checked her phone and saw that Jordyn and Leona texted her at midnight wishing her and expressed their sadness at not being able to celebrate with her. She turned around looking for her boyfriend. But he was nowhere to be seen. This has been going on for the last two weeks, he always leaves early and comes home late. Daelyn couldn't deny her disappointment.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

“Lately, I feel more like living…” “What do you mean?” “My life was usually calm and quiet, no dramas and problems not until Dale died and all the problems began to resurface. From the bankruptcy that my parents are facing, to me being sick and some other stuff that I can’t tell you about. It was overwhelming but dealing with all of it, I feel more alive and active” “Is that what you feel?” “I accepted my fate but now… I think I found a reason to continue living…” “What reason?”

It’s my birthday tomorrow. Alice:Oh, congratulations! Me:Yep. I’m 29. Nearly a pensioner. Alice:LOL. Me:My brother lives in town with his girlfriend. How about we all go to dinner? Alice:Really? Me:Yeah. It’d be fun. And then afterward, if all goes well, you and I could go for a drink? Alice:That would be nice. Me:No pressure. But I’ve enjoyed talking to you, and it would be great to meet you.

she asked, knowing she had done that, yeah, a lifetime mistake, something she's still regretting with every hair on her. “ Wait, what!?” she exclaimed as her eyes fell on the date. Her fingers frantically slid up, and her eyes widened, not believing her eyes. She looked for the calendar, and her jaw fell to the ground. The date wasn't showing October 27th, 2027. The day she died, rather, the date is May 17th, 2025. With her widened eyes, her head slowly raised from the calendar and the phone, with confusion, her head trying to wrap around what was going on, but the only explanation and the only sentence that her head could make out of everything was that.

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

‘But we will be twenty in less than two days. Katniss’s smile completely vanishes. She sits up straight on the bench, her eyes widening as the math clicks in her head. “Wait... less than two days? Kyle, the final match of the Dance of the Dead takes place in exactly two days from now.” I nod, my jaw tightening as I stare into the bubbling water. “Gracious Cessi,” Katniss whispers, her face turning pale. “That means Olivia will be fighting a death battle against the Ripper Ghost on her twentieth birthday. That is brutal.”

Recognizing ally when I see one, even unlikely ally. Quote to remember: "We can choose to be alive instead of dutiful." I close the journal and look at the calendar on my wall. December 15th is circled in red. Twenty-four days until I can file for divorce. Twenty-four days until freedom. I've died once already. I can survive twenty-four more days. And then I'm going to build the life I should have had the first time. A life where I'm not a wife, daughter, sister, bank, or dumpster.

Keep her safe from the light. ******** I stared at the faded ink, my breath hitching in my throat. Today was August 22. My chest tightened with a wave of relief. Thank goddess. My actual birthday really was exactly what I had always known it to be. I hadn't been living a lie about my own age.