Rustyn and I always meet up on a Friday afternoon straight after school. It was our tradition since we were kids.

No matter what we always met up at a little park and sat on a rotting bench in the corner. Though we never cared it was rotting. Never even thought of it.

We were always busy laughing about something, just talking or just sitting next to each other. Knowing that the other was right next to us was all we needed to calm down.

Today I was particularly exited to see him since it was my birthday and I had and awful day.

Honestly, I just wanted the day to be over but I knew seeing him would make it better. His smile never failed to make me happy.

Although he smiles less now. I don't know why. He never told me even though I've asked many times he just brushes it off as nothing.

As I sat there, I wondered what was taking him so long. We never missed it or were late. Never.

Yet here I was now waiting for 2 hours, hoping he shows up out of breath and running whilst telling me the most ridiculous thing that had just happened to him. We would laugh about it and if would become a new inside joke.

Another hour passed.

Nothing. No text. No call.

Maybe he did just forget.

Perhaps our tradition wasn't as important to him as it is for me. Though it is still my birthday. I hoped he'd at least remember that. If not our meet up then maybe he'd remember the day we always spent eating my cake together.

I told myself I would only wait one more hour and if he didn't show up I'd just go home.

I waited two. Nothing.

Standing up I looked down at the bench with our names scratched into it. It's okay. It just one birthday. There'd be plenty more.