Piper sat quietly

 "Piper sat quietly by the window, watching the yellow streetlights reflect off the rain-soaked pavement. It was her birthday—and the day she had just survived an attack from a terrifying creature in the woods.

Phoebe stepped in quietly, holding a cupcake with a small candle. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to make a fuss, so I just brought this.”

Piper smiled softly, still looking outside. “Thanks, Phoebe. You know, sometimes I wonder… does being a witch mean I always have to be strong, always ready to fight.”

Phoebe sat down next to her. “No. Being a witch means you have two people who are always here, always holding your hand. And we blow out the candles together.”

The sisters looked at each other. Piper bent down, making a wish in her heart—not some magical wish, but simply: always having each other."