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ABBYBirthdays were supposed to be happy occasions but I woke up with the same hollow feeling in my chest that I had ever since I’d arrived back on Earth. Even though I had three weeks to adjust to my old life, I felt more out of place than ever before. Everything felt wrong compared to my brief time on Kyven, nothing brought the same kind of joy.
I swung my legs out of bed and sighed as I looked in my reflection in the mirror across. “Happy birthday to me,” I muttered, touching some of the wrinkles on my forehead. I always hated when people asked if I felt different now that I was a new age but for the first time, I felt it. Although I was pretty sure that had nothing to do with my birthday and everything to do with the unmarked calendar on the wall. The last date I crossed out had be
