//Gabriel's POV

On the day when students started arriving at Carver Edlund, I was pissed off.

That was kind of evident by how I snapped at the tall guy who smacked into me, but hey. He should have watched where he was going.

Anyway, the main reason why I was so pissed that day was because I was remembering the previous few weeks, when at Castiel and Jimmy's college send-off, my lovely Aunt Hester graciously reminded me that I had no career goals, no motivation, and a whole heap of self-destructive tendencies. Thanks, Aunt Hester. As if I didn't know that one.

Not to mention I had stayed up late last night marathoning Doctor Who and Daredevil, and had only drank one cup of coffee and eaten a chocolate bar that morning, instead of the usual two cups of coffee and two bowls of cereal, so I was fucking tired, which made me even more mad.

And... that day, September 10th, that was her birthday and the third year anniversary of her death.

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I walked into the dorm room I shared with my boyfriend, Balthazar. He was a scruffy, sarcastic British cynic, meaning he was exactly my kind of person. No wonder the two of us enjoyed spending so much time together.

When I walked in, Balth was furnishing the room with his personal effects, especially his pride and joy, his Titanic poster. The thing had been defaced by Balthazar himself, and he had given Jack and Rose demon eyes and gaping bloody wounds in Sharpie. He had also added sharks in the water below the boat in the poster and little dead stick figures. On the back, he had written down his own list: 54 Reasons Why Titanic Sucks. It was truly a work of art.

"Hello, darling," he said, temporarily abandoning his work and coming over to kiss me. "How are you?"

"I hate everything," I answered, scowling.

"Me too." Balth strode to his desk and pulled out a large bag. "But I bought some chocolate from the candy store in town, near school. I figured it would last you at least a week."

"Omigod you're the best," I squealed at a  high pitch I didn't even know I could reach. I ran over to him, grabbed the bag, then sat down at his desk and began to eat the candy. "I love you. You made my shitty day slightly less shitty, meaning you're basically an angel from heaven."

Balthazar chuckled. "That's high praise coming from you."

I kissed him on the cheek.

"You excited for school to start tomorrow?" he asked.

I groaned. "Are you kidding me? The only reason I'm here is because the teachers let me eat in class and I get to be away from my family."

"Your family doesn't seem that bad, though," Balth remarked as he finished unpacking. "They seem to care about you."

"They care a little too much, if you ask me," I said, munching on a chocolate bar. "Mom's always fussing over me, Dad needs my advice on his latest work, my siblings are everywhere all the time. Sometimes I just need quiet, some time to myself, just me and my thoughts. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, of course," Balth answered, planting another kiss on my cheek. "You've said similar things before. I actually feel the same way, sometimes."

"And that's why we're perfect," I told him. "We connect. Like that." I snapped my fingers.

"Exactly," he said, and kissed me again before going over to the closet and grabbing his coat. "I have to head out. I need to tell Ms. Barnes I'm switching from Bio to Astronomy, and I didn't get her summer assignment."

"Okay," I replied. "See you soon, babe."

"Bye darling, I'll be back," he said as he headed out, leaving me with my bag of candy. All alone. Just me. Nice.

Normally, I liked being alone. But not that day. Not on the anniversary of my soulmates 's death.