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‧͙⁺☾ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝟕𝐭𝐡𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖 ☽⁺‧͙
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ "Happy birthday to me." A soft sad whisper comes from a girl sitting by the window, looking at the outside world. The midnight moon has broken out from the clouds and shines right on the window of the house, right on the girl who sits there with her knees against her chest. Her electric blue eyes stare with wonder at the silvery moon on this winter night. The white hair that flows down her shoulders is tangled and all over the place. She wears a simple white t-shirt that is way to big for her and wine red sweatpants, by night she sleeps in those clothes.
The room is dark and silent like the night outside her window. The only noise inside her quiet bedroom are her own breathing. Her fingertips trace the beautiful design of the frost that has marked her window, the frost may be on the outside but she still enjoys tracing it and admire the beauty of winter. The window itself is cold even in the heat inside the room, however the cold doesn't touch her. The white haired girl has never felt cold in her life, that's the reason why she sits by herself in the dark on this winter night.
People tend to ignore her for she is not like them. She is indeed different from them, she just doesn't know how much. Each year on her birthday she stays awake that night. Sitting by the window and watching the night until she is too exhausted to stay up any longer. She does this in hopes that one day her parents might come for her on a cold winter night, her birthday. Ever since she was just a baby she has been in an orphanage, not knowing why her parents gave her up or when they will be back. Fifteen years ago she was dropped off by someone who claimed that on her birthday she shall return to her parents.
As the years pass the hope of her parents or at least someone to come for her fades away. Fifteen years she has been praying that they'd come, and now on her sixteenth birthday she didn't pray for anything. The wish of her parents is growing into a childish dream. Soon she'll be eighteen years old and out of this place. Parents isn't what she needs when she is of age. They weren't there for her childhood and she doesn't need them or anyone in her adulthood. Hopelessly she steps down from the window seat and for the first time on the night of her birthday she goes to bed, and sleep there.
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"Blow out the candles and wish what your heart desires." The old woman that owns the orphanage tells the electric blue-eyed girl. They sit in the kitchen in the morning. The morning sun is peaking through the dirty window of the kitchen that haven't been cleaned for years. Sighing the girl closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Opening her eyes once more she blows out all sixteen candles that have been placed randomly on a small vanilla cake that is covered in white vanilla frosting. The fire of all the candles goes out as the wind in her breath blows them out. 'I wish for happiness'
