“Happy Birthday to you,”

he began, bringing a lit candle to the wooden house, it setting ablaze behind him as he walked. With a sick smile, he swapped the candle into his other hand

“Happy Birthday to you.”

The smell of smoke was suffocating, the deafening silence in between his sing-song being broken with crackling fire. As he strolled along, he looked down to the melting candle, wax decorating his fingers.He went so far for you. Trapped in a wooden shed far away into the middle of nowhere and the unknown for your birthday wasn’t on your wish list. It never was.

“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday dear {{user}}… Happy Birthday to you.! Make a wish darlin..”

He mumbled