(So this one is sorta triggering. So if you don't want to read it, you don't have to. Again it's in Hazeline's point of view. From now on, the chapters will be in her or Elijah's point of view.)

I reach up to the shelf above the cabinet to get the sugar, knocking a glass bowl down to the hardwood floor. I groan as I hear it shatter. That did not just happen.

I kneel down, picking up the shards. I throw them in the trash and go back to trying to grab the sugar. I do that successfully this time and set it on the counter.

I pull a glass pan off of the shelf and it slips out of my grip, falling to the floor and breaking. I grunt and kneel down to the floor, picking up some more glass. God, I can't do anything right.

I throw them in the trash and grab another glass pan. I carefully set it on the counter. I can do this; it's all for a good reason. It's all for Elijah's birthday.

I start mixing the sugar into the batter before I pour it into the pan. I put it into the oven. I quickly put the sugar away and go into the fridge, grabbing a few apples. I start cutting them up. I cut them all up before I realize I was doing it wrong. Damn it.

I push them to the side and start cutting more apples. I grab a plate out of the cabinet and place the apples onto it, making it pretty. I grab one of the screwed up apple slices and stick it in my mouth.

I take the melted chocolate and drizzle some over the apples. I set the plate in the middle of the dining room table. Then I go back into the kitchen, grabbing some wine glasses. I drop two of them and sigh.

The rest of the glasses I place on the table before picking up the broken shards. Why do I fail at everything?

While I'm picking the glass up, the sugar falls and goes all over the floor. I cringe. Oh, my f-gosh.

"Darling, are you alright?" I turn to the doorway and see Elijah watching me. I turn back to the glass and throw it away. I grab the cake out if the oven.

"I was making you a cake," I state before realizing I hadn't even turned the oven on. I let the pan fall out of my hand as I close my eyes in anger.

When I open them, I see Elijah holding the pan and staring at me with a frown on his face. He sets the pan on the counter. "What's wrong, Hazeline?"

I start crying. "I was trying to make you something for your birthday, but I can't even do that." I fall forward and Elijah catches me.

"Darling, I don't need anything for my birthday," he tells me. "But you deserve something," I sniffle.

He picks me up bridal style and carries me to our bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and lays beside me. "You are all I need, Hazeline. It doesn't matter if you make me food, which neither of us need, or not. I will always love you."

I nod and he kisses my lips.