Long Distance

Amber.

2 Weeks Later

[Ethan]

If I could choose to skip today, I would. If I could choose to skip this day for the rest of my life, I would.

Today was my birthday, and if there was one thing I hated more than anything, it was being surrounded by people pretending to care about me all day.

To make matters worse, the love of my life was out there with her fiancé, probably making out with him as we speak. This whole "still loving you even though you're not with me" bullshit was getting really hard.

I still loved Aria. So much that it hurt. And it sucked because there was pretty much no chance we could ever be together. She was happy without me, and I was suffering, but maybe this was just how it's supposed to be.

I'm not meant to win.

Ever.

I stepped into the kitchen seeing the cupcake that had become the usual birthday celebration from my parents. They spent the day at work, left behind a cupcake with a single candle, an envelope with money in it, and expected that to be enough for me to have a happy birthday.

I didn't blame them though. Ever since what happened, things have never been the same and I couldn't necessarily blame them for it. I lost control of my own life when it happened, and I couldn't be mad at them for being effected the same way.

I picked up the envelope and emptied it, putting the what seemed like $300 into my wallet. I then read the inside of the sappy card they always bothered to give me.

Happy Birthday Ethan, your father and I love you very much. We can't believe you're 19.

We're sorry we couldn't spend the day with you. We will make it up to you, promise.

Love, Mom.

I roll my eyes at the empty promise they made every year before putting out the flame on the cupcake with two of my fingers.

Happy 19th birthday to me.

[Aria]

I sat at my vanity and began to do my makeup before I was interrupted by my door opening. In walked Mason with a Starbucks iced coffee in his hands and a small brown pastry bag with the same logo on it.

"They were out of cheese danishes so I had to get you a cake pop." He rolled his eyes as he ranted, clearly annoyed with the coffee shop.

"It's okay," I giggled, taking the bag from his hands and biting into the sweet, chocolate covered goodness that was the Starbucks birthday cake pop. I held the pop up to him letting him bite it and scoffing when more than half of the cake pop was gone after his bite.

"What the hel-"

I'm cut off by Mason's lips and I can taste the sweet chocolate on them as they move against mine rhythmically. The kiss starts to get heated and before we know it, we're on my bed, having a full on makeout session.

These last two weeks had gone well for us and I knew we were close to normal. I had agreed to resume the engagement after Mason practically begged me on one knee to marry him again at dinner three nights ago.

My parents had been supportive of my decision once they came around and forgave Mason. My father was the hardest one to convince, but luckily, he came through.

I felt happy for the first time in months. Mason was to thank for that and even though I was still working on forgetting what had happened, I knew he wouldn't hurt me again.