What do you get your boyfriend for his 133rd birthday? That was the question that had plagued me for weeks. I went through every scenario with my roommates and even Sejeong. I thought perhaps she would shed some light on angel birthday celebrations but apparently heaven wasn’t too big on birthday parties. Daniel didn’t want a party though and asked if I would just come over and spend the evening at his place instead. He was taking the day off and spending it with Woojin and was going to pick me up after my classes were over, using an actual mode of transport off course. After our last argument, he promised not to use his wings unless he had no other choice.

Since I had no time to go shopping, I borrowed a dress from Ash. It was moments like this that really made me appreciate that we were the same size, if only her feet were my size too. It was a mint high low dress with a lace bodice. Ever since I had seen it on her, I had been dying to wear it. What I did have time to go shopping for was the ingredients for a cake as well as some small gifts. Every gift felt pathetic. I had asked him over and over again what he would like as his present and he had simply said you. He already had me so that was not helpful at all.

A stone hit my window as I curled the last strands of my hair with the curling iron. I opened it and went outside. Seongwoo knew exactly when Daniel was and wasn’t here, yet this had become a habit of his instead of just coming to my balcony without announcement. I was not sure how my window was still in one piece after the amount of stones tossed against it. He looked around to make sure no one was in sight and flew up to me. When an angel released their wings, they became invisible to humans and even Nephilim. Only guardian angels and fallen could see them and well... me, since I was more angel than human. It was one of the things I liked about being Triphilim. It was too beautiful of a sight not to be able to behold.

He pushed a curl away from my eye. “Wow, how come you didn’t get this done up for my birthday”. I felt awful. How had I never thought to ask him when his birthday was? I was realizing more and more how much I as a friend. Maybe that's why our friendship was so strained. “Relax”, he said, “Birthdays aren’t really a big thing when you’re an angel”. “How about we celebrate the next one together?”, I suggested. He gave a half smile, “It’s a deal… August by the way, I was born in August”. “I won’t forget!”, I promised, “So will you be escorting me tonight?”. He leaned against the rails, “You make it sound like