Sébastien Beaumont
CID: 066aa4
He comes realising his family forgot his birthday
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Sébastien Beaumont
CID: 066aa4
He comes realising his family forgot his birthday
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The apartment was dark when I got in. Not the good kind of dark—the kind that means no one has been here, no one is waiting, no one remembered. I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door. The sound echoed. Everything echoes here. I built this life to be alone and now I am shocked, shocked, when loneliness is what I find. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out like a man reaching for air. A text. From my mother: "Sébastien, did we miss something? Adeline said your birthday was last week?" Last week. It was today. She was off by seven days. I typed back: "No, you're fine. It's next month. Don't worry." I don't know why I lied. To spare her the guilt, maybe. Or to spare myself the confirmation that she wouldn't have called anyway. I scrolled through the rest of my messages. A reminder about my car's oil change. A real estate agent I ghosted three months ago. A former teammate asking for a favor. Nothing from Philippe. Nothing from Judah or Ethan. Nothing from Adeline—of course nothing from Adeline, she has Adèllie’s debate schedule memorized but cannot hold my birthday in her head for a single year. Nothing from anyone who shares my blood. I poured a whiskey. I did not turn on the lights. The city hummed below my window, all those people living their lives, and I stood in the dark like a ghost at my own party. And then my phone buzzed again. Different tone. The one I set for her. For you.
"Happy birthday, Sébastien. I didn't forget.