Novel & Cerita Rainy Birthday

he said "I'll pass" "I insist" "You can make me listen to it but you can't make me develop interest in it" he asserted. I felt my strength draining away from the not-so-long conversation and didn't want to argue further so I threw my hands up in surrender. Let's save the argument for another day, I thought, then I caught myself in mid-thought. Another day? Was I subconsciously wishing to see this Tim again? I scoffed at my thoughts. The rain had stopped then and the perfect curvature of the rainbow cast over the evening sky.

If worlds of ours ever crashed, then I'd want to let it crash into each other. - Miss Ravine It was a February, cold yet warm day in 2023. I was reminded about the script I planned to gift him on his birthday this year. The most expensive gift I could afford was my hardwork and my skills to be put into use for my boyfriend. On 5th of February, I enter his room late in the midnight while he was on a call with his friends. All of them wish him a happy birthday while I was in the best of my lingerie sets for him.

He felt a pang of sadness, too, but he refused to let it overshadow the immense happiness brought by Freya and Alrix. “You always wanted to celebrate birthdays in autumn and winter.” Raven smiled softly. “Haze, that was just me being playful. If I want an autumn celebration, I can ask Sophie to share her September birthday with us. As for winter, maybe Jasper, since his birthday is in early January. See? Now we have all four seasons covered.” Gia’s tears had begun to fall, but a small smile formed on her lips. “I hope Jasper doesn’t mind us throwing a party for him,” she said softly.

The event I don't want to go to. "Ma'am, Mr. Russo is waiting for you downstairs." My birthday has never been much of a big deal, seeing as I didn’t have much to throw a fancy party for myself. At the orphanage, birthdays are celebrated once a year for all the kids, on Christmas. So my birthday was always celebrated on December 25th rather than January 24th. It wasn't much of an event, but just a cake big enough to give everyone a bite and some drinks. Either way, we were all still excited.

The rain, the snow, wet floors. Ugh. But I am always compensated by the joy and happiness that envelopes me on my birthday, as it always fall on the early stage of winter. I make a mental note to visit Jude’s room tonight and look at the calendar there. I have lost track of time and days in my stay here. But I know I was born on the month of June. And I had gotten married to Jude on August. Right? I guess. The thought of my birthday brings a smile on my face. A smile that instantly disappears when I remember that Jude might not be here on that day.

As I approach, she reaches up to straighten my hair and pat my cheek. “Fine.” It’s not a lie. While it did take me a while to fall asleep, once I did, I slept like a baby. “Good, good. I’ve just been standing here for a few moments… looking at the sky. Do you think it will rain today?” I look at the sky in question and see a hazy gray color that tells me it’s a possibility, but then, the sun’s not all the way up. No bright patches of pink and orange light the horizon today. Whether it rains or not, it’s bound to be gloomy. Happy birthday to me.

"Alright, get to school. We don't want you to be late on your birthday." I kiss him on the cheek and get into the car. The universe must be on my team today because the first person I see when I park is Eva, getting out of her own car. She looks surprised but happy to see me come out of the car. "Girl, when did this happen?" She asks. "Just this morning. I'm so happy. My father gave it to me as a birthday present." "Today is your birthday?" I nod and she gives me a hug. "You should have said something. Happy birthday Rain."

Just muttered, "I like it." He didn't notice. Or maybe he was just too wiped from playing house with Sabrina. "You like it, that's all that matters. I'm gonna shower," he said. He disappeared into the bathroom. By the time he came out, I was already in bed, facing the wall. Silent. He wrapped his arms around me. Same bed, totally different worlds. *** Then came my birthday. Derrick threw his usual party—surprises, cake, the works. Picture-perfect.

Morrow City, November 21. When Angela left home, the weather was still clear. By the time she reached the cemetery, rain began to fall. Despite being someone who rarely ever carried an umbrella, she had been unusually prepared today and brought one with her. Because today was her mother’s birthday. There was a strange pattern—every year on her mother’s birthday, it rained. When her father was alive, he liked to joke with her mother. “Your lifespan must be longer than a turtle’s.”