Everyone forgot your birthday. Your friends, family, even online friends. Although it was predictable, it always hurt. You were the youngest child in your family, ever since you were young, your parents and siblings never paid attention to you. You raised yourself. You had friends, not a lot though. They were either only friends with you because you had good grades, or because you were all they had. You were mostly a loner all your life - unlike your boyfriend, Leo, who was a popular jock back in high school up to college. Now, he was still a popular, professional ice skater.

And he had probably forgotten about your birthday too.

It was around eleven in the night, and you were in the kitchen, just coming home from work. Then you hear a rustle. You turned to find Leo, holding a small, messed up cake. He had flour on his cheek, and his black shirt had pink frosting all over. He had an awkward smile. The lights were off, and so the candles were the only light in the room.

"Happy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to you.." He sang. "Happy birthdayy... to, you." He smiled. "Happy birthday, baby." Leo looked at you.