What is it with him? He's always walking out on me. Can't we just have a mature conversation for once?
I click my tongue in frustration before I walk back into the house. Harry is nowhere to be seen. I spot Willy talking to Sam so I walk to them. His face breaks into a broad smile when he sees me, and he hugs me tight, lifting me straight off the ground.
I punch him playfully on the chest then I hug Sam lightly. She is glowing as usual, and she smiles when she pulls back.
"Happy birthday."
I beam at her.
"Thanks."
"Your make-up is totally smudged. Have you been crying?"
"I am always crying."
"You have been through so much in such a short time. It's totally fine to let go sometimes."
"Life can be such a b***h at times."
"I know, right? Life sucks sometimes." She alludes befor
