I sit on the couch between Uriah and Ciro, and watch as the flames of the candles flow back and forth and then up, stagnant. I think of my wish—grateful that they’re not singing happy birthday right now—before closing my eyes and blowing them out.
They extinguish, and there’s a few claps from them before Kendall pulls out the cake cutter. As they start to distribute pieces of cake, I think about them. This moment. My wish.
Please don’t let this be a dream.
THIRTY
Playing: Paralyzed by NF
Sunday
Unknown: hanging out with Uriah’s asshole band members now too? does he know that you’re planning to fuck them behind his back?
Unknown: Happy belated birthday, btw
Monday
Unknown: Slut
Stacia: Seriously, Derek? Go away
Unknown: why? can’t handle the consequences of your actions?
Wednesday
Unknown: you’re not going to get rid of me that easily, Stacia. might as well not block me and make this a bit easier for both of us.
Stacia: Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Unknown: why couldn’t you leave me alone instead of leading me on? if you wanted to fuck some of my teammates, you didnt have to date me to do it.
Stacia: didn’t*
Stacia: Fuck. Off.
Thursday
Unknown: I’m sorry, Stacia. Can we please go somewhere so we can talk about this?
Stacia: No
Unknown: I need closure
Stacia: and I need you to stop being delusional
Unknown: I need you to stop being a bitch and tell me why you’re doing this to us
Friday
Unknown: They’ll never love you, Stacia.
Unknown: You think they’ll still understand you when they see who you really are?
Unknown: Your parents see the truth. I see it. Every omega is the same, and you don’t get to pretend you’re any different.
Unknown: You’ll see.
THIRTY-ONE