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I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

My head was a mess, but I couldn’t call this feeling anything but happiness. How many days had it been since I was taken from Fluorite? How many days had it been since the thought of a mate, of happiness, of anything like my old life seemed impossible? I didn’t know. I didn’t even know when I had stopped counting the days. But I counted today as the first day of true happiness and hope for so many more that I ran out of numbers.

They said that New Year is the happiest day of the year. It's the time we welcome the new hope of tomorrow, of another chance to live. Another year to start anew. Maybe it was like that for others. But for me, it's just a normal day. Normal day of being alone, together with the weariness I've been carrying for ten years. From the moment I loved a man who didn't love me back.

And he'll allow the average brains live longer. The good ones die quick, she said to herself. Dr montoya swallowed a lump"let's go on with the questioniare. " "Yes, I'm numb every day. Happiness is something like an event. I don't know how else people can assume to be happy every day like its a natural state. "He said. "Doesn't come often? " His gaze seemed to say:here she goes keeping the voice gentle, when she feels nothing but disgust. "Not with any one? "She prided when he'd remained silent. "Friends? "

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

I feel like I’ve had a good night’s sleep, better than any I have had in the last few years, but days, that’s crazy. “Today is Friday.” He strokes my cheek as I do the math. It was Monday when it happened. “Four days.” I whisper to nobody in particular. Hattie’s sacred day is in a week. “The longest four days of my life.” Zaine whispers back. “By the way, I hope you weren’t too attached to that jumper.” A small smile creeps onto his lips. “Why?” I ask. I did kind of like that jumper, it was one of my favourite things in the frivolous bag.

I can say that I am the happiest and luckiest man on earth. I can say that everyday is the happiest day of my life as long as Natasha is here with me together with Alexa and now with our future baby, I could not ask for more because God already gave me the most precious gift in my entire life. END

Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight. “Hun, this One Hundred and Ninety Two Hours was the most eventful time of my life, it was the time when my life took a drastic change, at first it was gloomy, but in the end it gives birth to joy. Thus I am reborn as from tomorrow, and tomorrow date became my new birthday.” Bisola said to herself.

It's for you". Jessica took it, fingers trembling slightly as she opened it. Inside was a photo - her and Romeo from two years ago, arms wrapped around each other, smiling wide at the beach. Tucked behind it was a handwritten note: "Don't forget who you were when you were happiest. Don't lose her again. "No name. No return address. Jessica stared it, breath catching in her throat. "Everything okay?" Romeo asked, kneeling beside her. She nodded slowly, holding up the photo.

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.