Today, I Stop Dying for You
I likely won't make it to my birthday this year.
"Could you... just like you used to, bake me a birthday cake one last time? I'm begging you, just this once…"
Looking at him, I vividly recalled the cake he had kicked to the ground and stomped into a mess. I recalled his icy words before he hung up the phone and the boundless horror and despair as blood trickled down my legs.
My voice was calm and completely devoid of emotion as I answered him. "I will never bake you a birthday cake again, Morgan. Your birthday has nothing to do with me anymore."