“Fuck,”

Alex clicked off the lighter, gritting his teeth as he clenched the edge of the sink as he let the sweet pain sink in. His body trembled as he stared down at that stupid prosthetic from stupid-

Knock knock.

He eventually limped to the door after hiding the fresh burn marks with his sleeves. Opening it to see you standing there in the February sun, holding a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a small present in your right. Along with a bottle of Baileys.

“Happy Birthday!”