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She chuckled and rose from my lap. “We’re going out to join Niko and Benny; they’re waiting for us at the club. They also want to wish you a happy birthday.”
Fuck them. I needed to have her all to myself.
I gave Zanae a playful spank and got up too, “I hate these men sometimes. Can’t wait for you to wear me like a necklace all night long.”
Afterward, we headed to the car. The journey was silent, our eyes meeting in silent understanding. Zanae planted small kisseson my neck, while I reciprocated by placing some on her hands, wrists, and arms.
I always caressed those scarred wrists of hers.
I loved them because they kept her alive.
“I love you,” I whispered against that tattoo.
She smiled and whispered back, “I love you too. And I love these scars, because of the name that adorned them, and because it meant that even broken, I’m still beautiful, I’m still yours, and I’m stillalive.”
“And for as long as our souls exist, you’ll forever be beautiful, mine, and alive,” I promised.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the club, where Nikolai and Ben were already waiting outside, wearing a big smile. I opened the door for Zanae and helped her out. Niko didn’t miss a beat and hugged me tightly, his arms outstretched in excitement.
Zanae couldn’t help but laugh warmly at this.
“Happy birthday, my brother.”
“Thank you, Niko.”
Ben came after, hugging me too, “Happy birthday brother. Can I hug Zanae too, or are you going to kill me?” He asked, laughing as I pushed him away, wearing a genuine smile.
“Make it quick,” I answered seriously.
Benny went on and hugged Zanae. She attached herself to me, while Niko grabbed her shoulders, saying, “Show me the tattoo now that we can’t hide it anymore.”
Zanae raised her arm, revealing the wrist tattoo that Nikolai had helped create, keeping it a secret from me.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Niko admired, looking at the ink on my woman’s skin.
My fucking name, on my fucking woman. It felt gracious.
“You have so much love for this man right here, don’t you Little Z,” Ben teased her.
But she just laughed and kissed my cheek before answering, “Way too much.”
10.
Life and Love. Finally with myLittle Nightmare.
This birthday meant everything to me. It signified that Zanae had survived enough to be here with me. It also meant that I had survived another year, breathing and spending time with the other half of my own soul.
It meant that pain wasn’t the only thing that composed my existence; somehow, a drop of happiness subsisted and fought for me to feel it.
I waited for my annual gift to come, but this year, it will not hurt as much as before. Because I had Zanae Dellé with me. And maybe this time I’ll tell her about it.
We entered the club, laughter ringing out. Inside were waiting Brian and Miranda surrounded by guards. We were beginning to experience a semblance of happiness.
Happy birthday to me, I guess?
HIM
Ebony hair, pale skin... Just like me. She was smiling, laughing, but then she looked at the sky sadly before the Don pulled her out of her reverie.
