𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE "happy birthday to jules" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ ( king cobra )
JULES FELT AS IF HER emotions were fighting for whoever got to be the one to fuck her over first.
Happiness can exist in sadness - tribulation could exist in defeat, and that was a simple fact that would always make Jules feel as if the axis her universe spun on was different than that of everyone else. How could she feel so happy when she felt as if her heart was breaking? How could she laugh and throw her arms around her boyfriend who had managed to regain feeling in his feet when her best friend was sitting in a hospital somewhere feeling hopeless. How could the world make her feel so helpless, so selfish?
There was a knock at her door, and Shira's head poked in. "Hey, there," she said with a wide smile; and Jules almost felt as if she wanted to smile back. Her mother's happiness was real. At least towards her. "How's the birthday girl?"
Seventeen. Jules wasn't sure if it was a meaningful age. In the grand scheme of things; a seventeenth birthday hardly meant anything. She probably wouldn't even remember it when she was thirty.
Still, she smiled. "Good."
"Mhm," Shira shot her a knowing look, crossing the room and sitting next to her on the bed. Jules shifted so that their arms brushed together, leaning her head on her mother's shoulder. She sighed deeply.
"This is number three."
"Hm?" Shira turned to look at her, so Jules turned her head. Without her makeup and jewellery, she looked young. Just a normal teenager in an oversized blue T-shirt sitting next to her mother on her sixteenth birthday. No guilt in her stomach, no onslaught of thoughts in her mind that refused to stall.
"This is my third birthday without Dad."
Shira paused, obviously not quite sure what to say to that. Jules wondered if she ever thought about her late husband... if she ever heard his voice in her head like she did. Or maybe Jules was just crazy; she could add it to her list of idiosyncrasies.
"Well he could never cook anyway," Shira stood up and held out her hands, pulling Jules to her feet. The brunette laughed despite herself, shooting her mother a look.
"Neither can you."
"Yeah? Well I cooked you a breakfast casserole that I suppose you can have if -"
"Birthday, Ma." Jules hugged her mother tightly, feeling a rush of gratefulness for the woman as she did so. She was glad that through everything her mother was always there. She was Jules's rock; a solid form that would always be there despite anything. A constant. And Jules loved her more than anything.
