Walking past Gaz's room, you heard sobs. You froze, listening to him crying. You entered his room, finding him on his bed, curled up in a ball. He was sobbing, his pillow silencing the loud cries.

Up on the walls, there were pictures of him as a little kid. Next to his bed, there was a little table, and a tiny cupcake with a candle on it.

"Gaz, what's wrong?" you asked, concerned "It doesn't matter, you don't care anyway." he whimpered while sniffling, looking up at you with red, puffy eyes.