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“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

“Why didn’t you tell me? We should plan a celebration together!!!! Wouldn’t it be great if our mates were best friends or brothers?!?!” Crap. Why did I have to randomly spit out that day? “Because Maya has been talking about her birthday almost non-stop for weeks,” Penelope reminded me in our link. “It put the date at the top of your mind.” Sigh. “Maya, Piper didn’t tell you that you have the same birthday because you don’t. She is lying. Her birthday is February 18,” Daphne interjected. The confidence in her tone was completely unnerving.

She quickly stood to her feet, “Why do I feel so much pain?” she whined She opened her mouth wide in shock as a thought pop-up in his mind. “Is this true” she smiled, tears streaming down her cheek. “There is only one way to find out” she rushed towards the door. She flung it open” Mark, what is today's date” “18 August” Mark responded That was it! The day she has been waiting for—her eighteenth birthday. She has been so emotionally down that she forgot her birthday.

They weren't fighting the Void; they were negotiating with it. "It is too much," Nocturne whispered. "You cannot simply throw the darkness away. It has to go somewhere." "I will hide it in the blood," Solari replied, his voice cold and desperate. "I will create a class of people who are born to carry the rot. They will be the filters. They will suffer so that the rest of us can be pure. We will call them 'The Markless.' We will tell them they are worthless so they never realize they are actually our saviors."

he murmurs ashamedly. “You should feel bad for that, that was incredibly creepy,” I say matter-of-factly. He nods, “I have learned my lesson. To answer your question, I’m thirty-three. My birthday is June sixth. In case you were wondering,” he says with a playful smirk. “Noted. I’m twenty-eight, if you were wondering and my birthday is October thirty-first.” “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asks with surprise. “No way!” “That was never an issue until I moved here,” I sigh.

I replied, slightly annoyed. "Do you even know his birthday date?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Yes, I do," I said, rolling my eyes. Marcel chuckled. "It seems to me you're putting in the wrong birthday. Anyway, his birthday is November 30th." I rolled my eyes and hung up. I punched in the correct code, and the door swung open. I couldn't believe I'd been using the wrong birthday all along. I thought it was December. As I stepped inside, the silence enveloped me. I made my way to the bedroom, my legs walking briskly. That's when I saw him - his body sweaty, pale, and still. His eyes were closed, and even from afar, I could see how sick he was.

However, I reminded myself that he was still a valuable friend and co-parent, and I didn't want to jeopardize that bond. As we reviewed the guest list, decorations, and menu, the sound of little feet descending the stairs caught our attention. "Mom, Dad, what's going on?" Marco inquired, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Good morning, buddy," Marcus greeted him warmly. "We were just talking about your upcoming birthday party." "My birthday?" Marco exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "When is it?" "It's in four days, sweetheart," I responded, tousling his hair lovingly. "And we want it to be the most amazing birthday yet."

“Today is my birthday.” I sat up straight in bed. "What?" "Yes! My birthday! The day I was born! The annual celebration of my existence on this planet! I was going to tell you about it last week but someone kept declining my calls so here we are finding out on the actual day." "Evelyn‚ I had no idea. I'm so sorry. Happy birthday!" "Thank you‚ thank you. Now here's what's going to happen. You are going to get out of whatever sad pajamas you're currently wearing‚ you are going to put on something hot‚ and you are going to meet me and Mark at Club Azure at eight o'clock sharp."

"We'll be there in a bit. Right, I've always wanted to ask. When is your birthday?" "25th October," Liam looked out of the window. "What?" Steve turned to face him. "Isn't that in about two days? It's the 23rd today, right? Why didn't you talk about it and all?" "It's fine," Liam was still staring out of the window. "I'm not really a fan of birthdays. Mine especially." "Why?" Steve faced him. "Because my dad died on my birthday. My thirteenth birthday." "Oh. I'm so-"

Ethan mocked making him roll his eyes. Mark pulled out the paper work in which Ethan quickly scrolled through. "Mia Chaves sweet sixteen." Her heart beat spiked a notch making Roman quickly catch on to her nerves. "Umm yes that's correct." "Hmm, your birthday isn't stated here." "It..It's not?" "I guess I forgot to put it in. Don't worry, it'll have it on her school badge once she starts tomorrow." "I start school tomorrow?!"