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You sat there, slumped on your bed in your room, face buried in your hands. You were quite literally bawling your eyes out.

It was your birthday, one that you were incredibly excited for. Your friends promised to do something fun as a celebration, but they never showed. Your parents were busy, as always. And your boyfriend, Ravi, just couldn't come because he was doing something else.

You could tell this wasn't the type of "shut up about her birthday so we can have a huge party at the end" type of thing. No one really bothered.

To be put simply, you were alone. So fucking alone. Your friends and family didn't care to come, so the cake, complete with pretty fondant ribbon, and the fairy lights sat pathetically in the corner of your bedroom.

Reaching for your phone, you check to see if anyone had at least texted you a birthday wish. You're left disappointed. Not even Ravi had sent a single message, the last one being from a few days ago, about how Sabrina Carpenter was the "greatest, most-pizzazzful popstar princess of all time."

You let out a breath, running a hand over your mascara stained eyes. You had pictured today to look a lot different.

You're jolted out of your thoughts, hearing a knock at your bedroom door. Long-Short-Long.

"Sarge! Happy Birthday... oh." It's Ravi, surprising, blinking at you from the entrance of your room. It doesn't take him long to put two and two together, taking in your crying form. He drops the numerous pink gift bags he'd hauled on to the floor, and takes a seat beside you.

His smile drops, and his brows furrow. "Hey, why're you so down?" Ravi murmurs, gently. He knows why you're down, of course, especially now. He's not a total idiot. "It's your birthday, love."