"MAKE A WISH," Emery had said on my seventeenth birthday. "This could be your year."
And even after I had made fun of her for believing in wishes and fairytales, I eventually did make a wish.
"To whoever grants wishes," I said. "Perform a miracle and make the girl I've pined after for years, just once, look at me the way I look at her."
And that was it.
Because in the next month, and the month after that, things changed.
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