I lost track of time.
Today, I was turning 21. It’s been three years since my grams died on my birthday.
The first birthday I spent without her, my friends died because of me.
The second birthday, I’m not sure when it happened, but by the time I met James and Krystal it was already over. Nothing happened that day.
Today, my only wish is to spend the day without any other incidents, unexpected appearances or strange deaths. I was done already.
While I got ready for training, I was doing everything in automatic mode.
My feet dragged me downstairs and I was shocked to see the living room decorated with more than three-hundred balloons of all colors and shapes. I heard a hornet that startled me for a couple of seconds while I looked at James and Krystal standing in front of me with a bi
