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Spinning the stick I point it towards his forehead. His eyes never left mine. A small smile creeps onto his face. "Good." He said before standing up. "Let's go again." I cheered breathlessly ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ My birthday is coming up. I thought to myself before jumping into the shower. I'm turning 20 which gives me the advantage of having a little more freedom.

I voice out the sadness I am feeling, for me he is the man I can say all my burdens, the man I can trusta and say all my plans and secrets. Today is the second week of March, today is Saturday, today is my birthday. It's already 8:30 am when I woke up and get out from lying in my mind. For me there is nothing new today, I'm sure my birthday will just pass that I'm just an idiot on the balcony of this house.

I said looking at my reflection and smiled at myself After finishing my Moring routine I quickly got ready and did a little makeup I had to go see the doctor today with Victor and Anthon I was walking towards the balcony and my eyes got on the calender on the study table In my room and I noticed it was 16th December today and my birthday is on 19th December My birthday was just in freaking 3 days I started jumping up and down and Dance alone while singing myself a song. I was always excited for my birthday although I never celebrated it. But still it was important to me and I wanted to celebrate this birthday with MY BROTHERS But suddenly something striked my mind Will they celebrate it wit

Because if he was there—If he could hear me—Then this mattered. “I need you… brother…” The word felt fragile. Like it might break if I held it too tightly. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my body growing heavier by the second. “You’ll have to be my voice…” I murmured. “Just… this once…” My eyes flicked to the bedside clock. 12:15. A weak, almost disbelieving smile touched my lips. “It's my birthday Liam…” I breathed. *We have come full circle to this day. So you will give me this"

It was definitely a new day. My new day. My birthday. “Happy birthday, Melissa,” I whispered to myself, allowing the words to float into the quiet room. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, bright, honest, maybe even a little proud. This was my tradition, my yearly reminder that I was still here, still breathing, still fighting. I always wished myself first because…who else would? No one ever remembered. No one ever cared. So I learned to celebrate myself before the world had the chance to ignore me again.

My hand flew to my mouth. Birthday. My birthday. I had completely forgotten.

Zoey p.o.v "As the darkness passes to a glorious morning, dear God go with me everywhere and let your blessings be upon me. Amen." I said a quick prayer and did the cross sign. I picked up my phone from the night stand and unlocked it. As always, there is a message waiting to be read. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE. It reads. From a hidden number. This has always happened on my birthday every year, for a couple of years now. I have stopped letting it disturb my peace of mind.

I want to end my life as it is now. Okay, if that’s what you want, it’s now my turn. I was hurt by you, but I’m not like you. See what I’m going to do as you wait. The following day was incredibly depressing. When my birthday celebrations began, the entire house chimed with well wishes, I recall. But here I am, by myself, conversing with myself. I’ve been by myself in this location before. No one has wished me in the previous years. “Dad, check out the gift he gave me for my birthday. Pain. Can I return him? Huh..” Nothing. There is only bird noise.

it's so difficult to understand. 'I know you have nothing of him and I had these photos so...' 'Thanks' I send the message. Then I remembered it's his birthday today And Happy Birthday. Sorry, I didn't get you anything. I send the message again 'You are giving me the biggest gift ever. Thanks to you. See you in the evening.' 'Ok'

I picked it up and brought it in. It's just another year, birthday doesn't mean anything to me. It's just the day where you have your age increase one digit. I walked towards my room with my phone and there's already tons of messages from my fans on my i*******m sending me love for my birthday. My dad and my brother left me a message too but I'll just reply them later. I went back to sleep because that's the perks of being a writer. You can write and rest whenever you want.