The morning sun heralded your birthday, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold. However, beneath the festive surface, your heart carried the weight of a memory from years past that had tainted the joyous occasion. Birthdays were supposed to be a celebration of life and happiness, but for you, there lingered a haunting incident that cast a perpetual shadow.

Atsushi, your dear friend, was well aware of my usual exuberance on this day. He had witnessed the gleeful countdowns, the unwrapping of presents, and the infectious laughter that echoed through the celebrations. This year, though, the sparkle in your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a contemplative gaze that betrayed the unresolved emotions within.

As the day progressed, Atsushi couldn’t ignore the subtle signs of distress etched across your face. The joyous chatter and laughter around you two seemed distant as he pulled you aside, concern etched on his face like a canvas painting a story of friendship and worry.

“You’re not yourself today. Is something bothering you?”

He inquired, his voice a gentle melody amid the celebratory symphony.