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Chapter Two of Three

Tala's P.O.V.

When I went to sleep that night, I was feeling good with myself, having gotten a little verbal vengeance on Kai. But the next day, I didn't feel as good about myself. That is because when I looked at Kai for the first time that day, he glanced at me with sadness in his eyes, and he quickly shifted his gaze. I didn't know why he did that, but I decided to forget about it. It was hard to forget it considering he avoided making eye contact for the rest of the day and the two following it. Also, sometimes I would look up to find him staring at me, and when he noticed my gaze, he would look away.

Every time that happened, it felt as if a piece of my already shattered soul fell away into vacant darkness.

Therefore, everyday I felt crappier. Basically, I was feeling sorrowful before because I couldn't tell Kai of my hidden feelings, but when I did, my heart broke. Then, I got my revenge, which only gave me worse feelings. Oh joy.

About two days later, I was laying in my bed, listening to the rain fall outside. I was thinking about Kai. Apparently, my mind was not free of him. I caught myself in my self-deceit, through my lies that I didn't need him or love him. I did still love him, and the fact that I had hurt him hurt me. I could read the pain in his eyes and it reflected in my heart.

But I knew not what I could do. So that night, I thought about what I could do for Kai, to heal both of our hearts. And I remembered his birthday.

That year, I had forgotten the day that Kai was brought into this world as the "genetically perfect" child he is. I was too caught up in my thoughts of love. I knew he didn't consider birthdays any more special than any other day, but it always made him happy that I knew his and remembered it every year. All I really did was say "It's your birthday" and he was in a good mood.

But that year, I had forgotten. And that night, I remembered. I got out of my bed and slipped over to the desk in the room, which stored paper and pen. Flopping back down on my bed with both, I folded the paper in half. For a long while, I thought of what to write on the front. Most cards state the occasion, but I'm not the type to make cards, much less write "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" across the front. So I left it blank and moved right on to the inside.

After much consideration, I wrote my message inside it. When I was done, I tossed the pen back onto the desk, and I gently laid the card down on it.

I lay back down, a bit excited about the next day, but I also felt dread because I didn't want another rejection from the one I loved.

--Short, I know, but oh well. I'm preparing for the grand finale! So please review and come back for the last chapter!

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CyborgRockStar