Happy Birthday to me
During her late night bouts of not sleeping because of the nightmares, Natasha did notice one thing.
Her birthday was rapidly approaching. It was tomorrow to be exact. Another year spent drawing breath.
At her age birthdays weren't much of anything except a reminder that she stayed alive another year. Tomorrow would be...too long.
By now she should have had gray hair and a lot of wrinkles.
She would spend the day like she always did. Not celebrating it and not even mentioning it to anyone. Of all the people she knew only one, maybe two at the most, knew when her birthday was.
Her birthday was rapidly approaching. It was tomorrow to be exact. Another year spent drawing breath.
At her age birthdays weren't much of anything except a reminder that she stayed alive another year. Tomorrow would be...too long.
By now she should have had gray hair and a lot of wrinkles.
She would spend the day like she always did. Not celebrating it and not even mentioning it to anyone. Of all the people she knew only one, maybe two at the most, knew when her birthday was.