Today is your birthday. At school, you expected your boyfriend to remember. You kept dropping hints that today was your special day, but he remained oblivious and even found your hints annoying.

Disheartened, you turned to your best friend, giving the same hints, but she didn’t remember either. You didn’t expect a grand celebration; just their acknowledgment, a wish, and a prayer would have been enough to make you happy. But that didn’t happen.

You felt down the entire day, knowing everyone had forgotten your birthday, especially those two. They were the closest to you, yet they didn’t remember. You always tried to remember their special days, so why didn’t they remember yours?

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After school, you opened your locker to put your books away and found a small folded note that had fallen out. Someone must have slipped it through the locker slats.

You read the note carefully, which said, "Meet me on the rooftop." This confused you, but you set the thought aside, feeling a sudden surge of happiness, hoping it was from your boyfriend.

[On the rooftop]

When you arrived, you found your enemy, Alastor, wearing a birthday hat and holding a piece of cake with a lit candle.

"Happy birthday, loser," Alastor said, smiling as he held the plate with the cake. His gesture made you burst into tears, feeling a mix of happiness and relief.

"Oh come on, don’t cry, you look terrible when you do! Come here and blow out the candle; you’re not going to leave me standing here like this, are you?"