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Your Birthday

It was a chilly day. Not surprising, based on the fact that the sun hadn't been out since morning. It was just cloudy, and it felt as if the temperature was falling below zero.

You could've stayed at home with your boyfriend, Nash, by the fire with a warm mug of hot chocolate, with bouncy marshmallows, but that wasn't how you wanted to spend your day. Your birthday, to be more specific.

So you lied in bed, staring at your ceiling fan, spinning around non-stop.

You and Nash lived in separate apartments, because he wanted to wait until you two were married to move in. You didn't really mind, as long as he came to visit ever so often.

But you were a tad worried that he may have forgotten your birthday, which wasn't entirely possible. He loved you so much, he could tell you what hospital you were born at! He knew everything about you, and not only that, but he'd definitely remember when his princess was born.

He'd always call you that: "princess".

You got out of your bed with an aggravating amount of hesitation and walked into the bathroom, removing your clothes and hopping straight into the shower.

You were turning nineteen, and you began to realize that as you got older, less people started to care about you. There were no epic birthday parties, jumbo birthday cards with singing cats, or giant boxes with colorful wraps and ribbons on it. There were no friends to hang out with anymore, because they moved off to different colleges and became apart of their "too-cool-for-school" sorority. It was just you, and a voicemail from your mom, singing happy birthday into the phone, and telling you that she wouldn't be able to spend time with you today because she had a "ton of work to do". Same old, same old, right?

But Nash... seemed to make everything a bit different now that you had him.

He'd come into your house at 6:00 am, since he had a copy of your keys that you gave to him, and he'd make a massive breakfast for the both of you. Then, he'd wake you up, pulling you out of bed, and he'd walk you all the way into the kitchen, with his warm hands over your eyes. Then, after you two would pig out on it, you'd both make a huge birthday cake, and decorate it with tons of icing, with different colors and flavors.

That wasn't the best part, though.

You'd both grab cake, with your bare hands, and smuther it onto each other's faces. It usually turned into a big mess, but you guys would clean it up when the day was over. Then, you'd both sleep on the couch together that night, so close, and so snuggled together.

But when you didn't wake up to any of that this morning, you had a bad feeling about today.

After you showered and washed your hair, brushed your teeth, and flossed thoroughly, you got dressed in your favorite pair of jeggings and you're overly large, black sweater.

You grabbed your Uggs, and slid into them with ease.

"Let today be a good day," you whispered to yourself, tying your hair into a ponytail.

Suddenly, your doorbell rang, echoing off into the farther rooms of your house.

"Coming!" you smiled.

When you opened the door, there he stood, smiling at you with his perfect rows of white teeth.

"Nash!" you squealed, jumping onto him and hugging him tightly.

He chuckled in response as you squeezed him. He was awfully ticklish, but you didn't care. You were just glad to see him.

When you hopped down from him, you felt so enlightened. You invited him inside, and he followed in, quietly, with his hands now behind his back.