A few days later
“I got you something.” He said with an extended arm. I grabbed the white-paper bag with the red HM letters suspiciously.
“You bought me clothes? How?” I ask while opening it and digging inside. He has not left my side in days and frankly, it's a little overbearing.
“Happy non-birthday” He gave me a short smile, ignoring my ‘how’ question. I gave him a pained smile back. Today is the day I have always celebrated my birthday, even though now I know it really isn’t. But here he is, sweet as ever still giving me gifts, like every year. On the other hand, I bolted on his birthday. Guilt is my middle name now.
First I pulled two backless shirts. The kind you can’t wear with a bra and that only holds together at the back of your neck.
“Leather?” I purse my lips and try no
