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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ HAPPY BIRTHDAY | O48. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ fuck kinda question is that? how you think i'm doing? i'm absolutely fine. ❞
— FEBRUARY FOURTEENTH 7:OO A.M. ᐟ
Jasiah walked into Iris's room, the familiar sounds of the heart monitor beeping softly in the background, per usual.
Today was her 24th birthday & the one thing she'd requested with her first birthday since they've been together... to spend it together. But when she said it to him at the time, she feared that they wouldn't be able to, because of him being locked up. But now, he was out & here was her birthday, but she couldn't even be up for it.
All he could do was be here, even if she couldn't be awake to feel him beside her. So here he was—bright & early, trying to make the best of a situation that felt impossible. Flowers in one hand, balloons & a small bag in the other. That was all he could offer.
There were no flights out of the country, no cake, no candlelit dinner, no rose petals, no romantic bath tub set up for them with candles & relaxation, no birthday sex, no celebration of life whatsoever in the way he had imagined making it for her. There would be no stepping out onto the balcony in Bali, no surprises waiting for her against the backdrop of the ocean. No laughter, no warmth in her voice as she marveled at whatever he had planned next.
Instead, there was this. A cold hospital room. The steady beep of the monitors. The sterile scent of antiseptic, replacing the soft vanilla perfume she would have worn. But still, he had brought her something. Because even if she couldn't wake up to see it, he refused to let this day pass like it meant nothing. Something small, something meaningful. Inside the bag was a delicate gold necklace, nothing flashy or gaudy. It was simple—a gold rope chain with "IV" on the pendant. The roman numeral symbolized the four members of the new family. A family that would stick together, a family that would be better than the one they both came from. A new beginning.
"Happy Birthday mama. That mama word got a new meaning now." He said quietly as he closed the door behind him & stepped deeper into the room. He set the flowers & balloons on the table beside her bed. He reached into the bag, pulling out the small box. He couldn't fix everything, but this was a start.
