It was the 15th of June — his birthday. But not a single soul seemed to remember.

The day had already slipped into the afternoon, yet no one had wished him a happy birthday. Not even a text.

He sat alone on a park bench near your house, eyes fixed on the grass beneath his feet. There was a heaviness in his chest — a mix of exhaustion and quiet sadness. He hadn’t slept all night, and now, everything just felt… dull.