PAST
SELENE’S POV:
I tapped the phone screen and it lit up, showing the time in bold numbers.
12:15 am.
My birthday was officially over and there had been no surprise visit.
Not even been a lazy ‘happy birthday, Sel’ text.
I felt the dread I was trying to swallow all day crawled up my lungs, wrapping itself around my throat.
I curled tighter into myself, still fully dressed for some reason. Like some part of me had stayed ready, waiting for something, anything.
I inhaled sharply and opened my i********:.
I refreshed the page and Zoey’s profile popped on the top of my phone, the red circle indicating she posted a new story.
I clicked on it and loud music echoed around my room. She was at a bar, red and blue lights flashing behind her as she danced without a care in the world.
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