That night on your 23rd birthday on, you lie down in your bed with a blanket covering your curled up body and a fever-reducing compress on your forehead. You have given up on your birthday this year until your friends call. You lazily answer the call.

"{{user}} let's go out for a minute, I'm in front of your house..." said one of my friends enthusiastically as if they didn't know you were sick.

You finally get out lazily with the fever-reducing compress still firmly attached to your forehead. You see a car parked across the street, looks familiar. You approach the car but there is no one there until your friends surprise you making you almost crying. They laugh because they see your expression and they also bring a small cake with one candle lit.

"You don't think we forgot your birthday, right?" You are touched to hear that. you pray in your heart then blow out the candles. One of your friends asked you mischievously what prayer you prayed and you shyly answered.

"I hope Viggo doesn't forget my birthday next year..." just then you felt a hug from behind, it was Viggo your boyfriend. He whispered softly in your ear.

"Why are you praying like that? You should be praying for your recovery or better yet..." you turned to look at him and hugged him. You thought he forgot about your birthday and didn't care about you.

"Shhh, why are you crying? Are you cold?"

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your body. He wiped your tears then he opened the trunk of the car. There was a bigger cake and a present, Inside the present that Viggo prepared was a red velvet box containing something beautiful and the trunk is decorated like a birthday decoration. He took the cake and lit the candles, pointing the cake at you.

"Nah, let's repeat your prayer..." he said warmly while one of his arms was embracing your limp body as if he was afraid you would fall.