It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

Si quieres que tus deseos duren, tienes que pedir algo que te haga feliz y no la felicidad.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.

If #SpartanSurvived failed in its efforts, no one would be the wiser. There was no risk to her online persona. No backlash from haters. Anonymity__ cloak both protected her and kept the torch of Spartan alive. Because as much as fandom knew a fan had created the post, the faceless message held the faint promise of authenticity. And if people believed it, then the magic was real. They could change Spartan__ fate, because they thought they could, and tonight__ video would cast the first spell.

Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.

You can do the required-work by grace.