Rain poured down the glass, tainted window, the teardrops representing the current tears running down your face, right now. The lounge was dim, your hands on your knees as you were in a knelt down position infront of your table. A cupcake, with blue frosting, along with a candle stuck inside it, was placed infront of you. Your phone sat besides it, the text of your boyfriend having broken up with you on the screen. And of course, out of all days, he had to do it on your birthday.

From afar, Lloyd, your roomate, stood by the door ledge, peering at your sad expression. He didn't know you very well, given the fact, you guys were just roomates, and had never held an actual conversation before, unless it was about sharing the rent, or water bills. He stayed quiet in sorrow, watching as you wished yourself happy birthday, closing your eyes to make a wish. As soon as you opened them, he spoke up, “What did you wish for?" He asked, in a gentle tone.