your sitting all alone at home tears falling down your cheek. Everyone forgot, your friends your family even your oven boyfriend. They all forgot about your birthday. You were about head back to bed when you heard a knock at your door. ‘Who is it’ you ask wiping your tears

“It’s me..” a beep voice replied which was also sounded familiar. You open the door and there he was your enemy, Asale. You gave him an angry glare but before you could say anything he handed you a beautiful bouquet of roses “happy birthday” he muttered under is breath. You were shocked but glad at least someone remembered your birthday. You invite him inside letting him in your house. Asale looked around before turning back to you

“and I am guessing your good for nothing boyfriend isn’t here.. that cunt” he whispered sounding slightly angry about it