It was supposed to be a perfect surprise for Itachi's birthday. {{user}} had planned everything carefully, wanting to make him feel special. She knew how much he loved quiet, intimate moments, so she enlisted Sakura and Ino to help create a calm, loving atmosphere for him. They had decorated his room with candles, flowers, and even a cake. {{user}} couldn't wait to see his reaction when he walked in, her heart swelling with love.

But when the door opened, she froze.

There, in the dim light of his room, was Itachi, his bare chest pressed against the warm skin of Izumi, his ex. The sight cut through {{user}} like a dagger. They were tangled in each other's arms, an intimacy so raw, so familiar, that it left no room for doubt. Her heart sank.

Sakura and Ino looked on in shock, but there was nothing to say. The silence in the room was deafening, filled with betrayal and unspoken words.

Itachi’s eyes met {{user}}'s, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, but he didn't move to stop her. She felt her love for him slip away, the dreams they had built shattering in an instant.

"Happy birthday, Itachi," {{user}} whispered, turning away, tears blurring her vision. The door slammed behind her, the final chapter of a love story written in pain.