He crossed his arms over the other and sighed. "You've been taking birthday celebrations way more seriously for what, the past 7 years? I never got to ask, why?"
"Well—"
"We aren't ten anymore, Ligeia. Another year of staying alive doesn't need this much celebration."
The girl looked away, finding the floor more interesting to look at than the male in front of her.
"I know. I know that, but..."
He lifted a brow. "Yeah?"
"You're still alive.
Grandma passed. Grandpa passed. Then dad eventually followed, then mom did too. But not you, no, not yet." She looked back at him who had widened his eyes, surprise written on his face, speechless.
"We used to joke about how each birthday meant a year closer to our deaths," —she chuckled— "Though to me, each 'happy birthday' is a whisper, a cry of 'Thank God you're still here another year.'"
She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly for an embrace he almost immediately melted in.
"Thank God I didn't lose you this year. Happy birthday, Callum."
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Shade of Clouds || a digital notebook
PoetryI came back; I'm going to start posting my original work on wattpad again. The flaps are open to those who would like to read, and the book can be put back on the shelf to those who would not. I sure do hope I don't have to deal with plagiarism; It'...
