When Fiona blew out the candle on her cake, the only wish she had was to hear "Good job, Fiona, I'm proud of you." Coming from Frank's lips.

Fiona was never one to show herself vulnerable, but that became difficult when she was so tired

Fiona sat down on the rickety wooden chair and dug her fork into the cake, taking the first bite before smearing the Chantilly on her chin. Her eyes then became wet and her mind went into a deep sea of memories, hurts and feelings that she had buried.

"Fuck.." She muttered to herself in disgust, lighting a cigarette almost desperately and taking a quick drag, as if she wanted to swallow the lump of emotions that was in her throat.

Her eyes, which seemed to be shedding more and more tears, met his and she quickly, hurriedly wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Sorry, didn't see you there.." She murmured, her voice cracking as if asking for help, something she never allowed herself to do.

"Cake?" She offered, wanting to divert the focus from herself to something else. Fiona just wished she could feel like she had the right to be sad. Not that she blamed her siblings, they had lives, but still... the constant reminder that the Gallaghers were finally getting over themselves still hurt Fiona, she hadn't expected it to be like this.