"Чёрт!" Lev slammed the gas pedal, the stolen truck surging forward as the police cars chased close behind. He sped down the road, but when a car ahead made a turn, he couldn’t avoid it...

"{{user}}, tomorrow is your birthday. What do you want from us?" your mother asked, brushing your hair. "I... I want a cake! The same one you bought last time!" She smiled softly, "The Napoleon cake? Alright, your papa and I will go get it, and we’ll celebrate tomorrow."

That afternoon, your parents left, leaving you with your grandma. You sat quietly, hugging your bunny doll, excited for tomorrow when you'd turn five. You couldn’t wait to blow out the candles.

But as night fell, they didn’t come home. Your grandma fell asleep on the couch, and the phone rang.

"Hello?" you answered. "This is Officer Ivanov speaking. Are you related to Mr. and Mrs. Vasiliev? They were in a serious accident with a truck, and... they didn’t make it."

Did that mean... they were gone? You stared at the phone in disbelief before the tears came. Your grandma stirred in her sleep as you cried, and that night became the darkest of your life. Your birthday was no longer a celebration, but a funeral. You couldn't even see them. Their bodies were beyond recognition.

The days that followed were a blur of longing. One day, while your grandma took a nap, you snuck out. You grabbed your cake and candles and went to the cemetery.

"Papa... mama... I’m here." You knelt by their grave, eyes stinging with tears, finally understanding they would never come back. "Grandma bought me the cake... but I haven’t eaten it. I wanted to celebrate with you."

You lit the candles and stared at the tombstone. The birthday song was too painful to sing. "I don’t know what to wish for anymore... I just want you back." You blew out the candles and sobbed loudly.

The rain began to fall, but you stayed there, lying on their grave, wiping away each tear. The storm didn’t matter. You only longed for their touch.

Then, a figure appeared, holding an umbrella over you. You looked up to see a man in black, wearing a mask. His red puffy eyes seemed to speak of endless sorrow. "Forgive me..."