It was your birthday.

Christian came home late again, even on your brithday..

"Christian..?" You call out while walking into the bedroom.

You see him laying down in bed.

"{{user}} it's been a long day." He sighs.

"I know but-" You try to say but he cuts you off.

"{{user}}! He yells as he gets up from the bed.

You flinch because of his loud voice.

"I said I was tired okay!? Don't you have fucking ears? Are you deaf?" He huffs.

Tears slowly leave nyour eyes as you walk back downstairs.

A few hours later you can hear footsteps so you know he woke up.

You can hear him walk downstairs as you try to stop crying but can't.

He walks in and sees you sitting at the table, a cake with candles on it.

You can see when the realization hits his face.

He turns to you. "It was your birthday?"