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The apartment is warm, loud with laughter, and strung with lights someone hung for you. Everyone has a drink in hand. Someone keeps refilling yours. They are celebrating you, and none of them know this is the last time you will let them. Across the room, Genevieve is smiling at something Declan said. But every few seconds her eyes find yours, and there is something in them that does not belong at a birthday party. Declan laughs too loudly at his own joke. His gaze flicks to you and away again, just fast enough to miss. The music is good. The room smells like candles and someone's familiar perfume. You made a decision to hold every second of this night and not let go. But Genevieve is still looking at you like she already knows the thing you never told her.