Eighteenth birthday.
Eighteen marked the age of becoming an adult in every legal and social sense, making it one of the most significant milestones alongside the sixteenth birthday when magical abilities fully manifested. But for most people, eighteen simply meant freedom, responsibility, and the beginning of true independence.
For me, it meant something far more profound.
Tomorrow would be my eighteenth birthday, and with it would come the moment I had been waiting for, dreaming about, preparing myself for over these past months. The moment when I could finally be with Arthur completely, without reservation or artificial barriers.
I was the last of the four of us to reach this milestone—my birthday falling latest in the year—but that was perfectly fine. After all, Arthur was a man I couldn't help but love with absolutely everything I had, every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart. He was worth waiting for. He was worth anything.
