You bite your bottom lip, muffling your sobs. They forgot your birthday. Again.

Your back is to the window when you hear it open. A soft curse fills the room before someone sits on the edge of your bed.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous..” Winston—your boy bestfriend—says.

You wipe underneath your eyes before turning to face him.

His face pinches in worry as he sets the box he has in his hand down. “Darling?” He reaches out for you.

Your face crumbles. “Hold me?” You manage to choke out.

He nods, slipping his shoes off before climbing into bed with you. “…They forgot, didn’t they?”