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Chapter Ten

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"I was prepared, but it still hurt."

- Unknown

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Luna's POV

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Four Months Later

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He didn't call me.

Today is my fourteenth birthday and he didn't even call.

The day started off really great. My parents woke me up and I opened my birthday presents. My favourite present was a new pair of sneakers I've been wanting forever. I didn't get a call from him in the morning, but I wasn't too upset. I know he sometimes has early trainings, especially as basketball season is coming to an end. He was probably super busy and wanted to waist until after to call me.

Lunch came and went, which we spent at my grandparents house. All my aunties and uncles and cousins came over to celebrate with me and it was pretty fun. I love my family and I love spending time with them.

But even when we arrived back home in the afternoon, I still didn't get a call from him.

It crossed my mind that maybe I could call him first. But it's my birthday. My first birthday without him here. He should be the one to call me.

Claire and Zoey came over for dinner. When I asked them about Oli, they said they hadn't heard from him yet today. They looked worried and sympathetic. They pitied me.

My best friend didn't even call me on my birthday.

My Oli would never do that. Every year since I met him, he's spent the whole day with me. He would come over in the morning and stayed for a sleepover that night. He was always extra sweet, helping me do whatever I wanted the entire day.

Maybe he forgot. That thought makes my heart hurt more than I'd like to admit.

It's weird though. We text all the time. I texted him last night even. And yet I've heard not a single thing from him all day.

Mom made me a birthday for dessert. The four of them sang happy birthday to me and I felt like I was going to burst into tears. I didn't though. I'm fourteen now. I can't over silly things like my best friend not calling me on my birthday.

But it doesn't feel silly to me. It feels like my heart's being ripped into a million tiny pieces.

I say goodnight after barely touching my cake, telling them I'm really tired. And it has been a long day. But I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. Not until I cry so much that I eventually pass out. Because that's exactly what I'm doing.

I came up to my room, changed into my comfiest pjs and cried. I've been crying for about an hour now, my eyes now red and puffy and sore. I don't like sitting here feeling sorry for myself, but I don't know what else to do.

Oli forgot my birthday.

He's my best friend. He knows me better than anyone in the entire world. And yet he forgot my birthday? That's the most un-Oli-like thing ever.

I roll over in my bed to grab my phone from my bedside table. I check it for the thousandth time today. No new messages. No missed calls.

It's nine o'clock at night. He forgot.

Letting my phone drop back onto the table, I roll back over and shove my face into my pillow. Tears well up in my eyes once again. I don't want to cry over him anymore. I just want to talk to my Oli.