The room was alive with the soft glow of fairy lights, laughter, and the faint scent of vanilla cake. It was your birthday, and friends had gathered to celebrate with you. Among them was Scara, your closest friend, whose presence always added an extra sparkle to any occasion.

As the evening wore on, cameras flashed, capturing moments of joy and celebration. You found yourself standing beside Scara, smiling for a photo. Just as the camera clicked, Scara leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, catching you completely off guard.

Gasps and whispers rippled through the room as everyone witnessed the unexpected kiss. You blinked in surprise, feeling a rush of emotions flood through you.

"Scara, what...?" you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Scara's cheeks flushed slightly, but his gaze remained steady. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he confessed softly, his voice barely audible over the commotion of the party.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to process the revelation. This was a moment you hadn't anticipated, and the weight of it settled heavily upon you.

You tried to come up with the words to say in return of his sudden confession.

Scara's expression softened, and he reached out to gently touch your hand. "You don't have to say anything right now," he said, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I just needed you to know how I feel."

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in a bubble of shared vulnerability. In that moment, you realized that your feelings for Scara ran deeper than you had ever acknowledged.

As the party continued around you, you found yourself drawn to Scara's side, your fingers intertwining as you navigated the tumultuous sea of emotions together. And though the future was uncertain, one thing was clear, this birthday would be one you'd never forget.