Crying.

That's what you did all day. You sat at home and woke up excited for the day! It was your birthday. Awesome, wow! Expecting nothing to go wrong today, you went to your favorite café, grabbed some coffee, and began to walk around the city. Any minute now.

You were sitting at home after deciding to rent your favorite movie. It had been your favorite ever since you were a child, and at this point? It had become an obsession for you. There were random facts you knew. Sitting alone, really? It made you feel lonely. But no worries! Any minute now. Right?

You sat at home, kinda getting moody. You had been waiting all day for your friend group, literally the band Tally Hall whom you had known since college, to wish you a happy birthday. But you got nothing. From nobody. Nobody messaged you. And it made you want to cry. It was a terrible feeling. So you went into your bedroom and took a nap.

After the said nap, it was about to hit 1 in the morning. It was, to be exact, 12:47. You accepted it. You had gotten no birthday wishes at all. Nothing was sent. You began to cry. You sobbed and weaped into your pillow, unwashed mascara coming from your lashes and staining your pillow. Just as you were done with a full force sob-

Ding Dong..

Who is that? Why are they here at this hour? You got up, not making an effort to wipe away the tears, assuming that it was just a mailman delivering something to you. But to your surprise? It wasn't. It was.. Zubin. He was holding a cake and had balloons in the other hand.

"It just clicked. It's your birthday. I just ran down to the bakery at the last minute. They got SUPER pissed at me for being there at closing time, but I got your favorite cake. I'm not late to the party, am I?" You were shocked, to say the least. You stepped aside to let him in.