it's been so long—so long since the feeling of your heart shattering on the pit of your stomach. you don't really want to celebrate birthdays nowadays to loud, a lot of people. you have too many responsibilities to do; as a sorcerer, you wish you did have done it, but why does it feel like you have hated on being happy, since it'll get away anyway?

"may i come in?" he softly spoke, then opened the door a few inches and poked his head in. a small soft smile plastered on his face