You bite your lip, muffling your sob. They forgot your birthday, again. Your back is to the window when you hear it open.

A soft curse fills the room, before someone sits on the edge of your bed. "Happy Birthday, Love." your Enemy says.

You wipe your face before turning to him. His face pinches in worry, and he sets the box in his hand down.

"Sweetheart?" he asks, reaching for you. Your face crumbles, "Hold me?" you choke out. He nods, slipping off his shoes before climbing in bed behind you.

"They forget, didn't they?" he whispers, holding you tighter when you nod.