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It was that time of the year again, his birthday. Yuichiro never really celebrated it before, but he had friends now so why not? They seemed to do no harm to anybody besides going through the trouble of setting the party up. He had sent out letters by hand to everyone he considered close enough to be friends, and now he was sitting in the living room of his small apartment that was given to him a couple years ago so he didn't have to live with Guren anymore.
He had streamers strung up, ballons in some corners, ribbons here and there, and cake with candles in front of him on the coffee table. Everything in classic birthday party colours.
Yuu felt happy for some reason. He wasn't expecting presents or anything; he just liked the idea of everyone together laughing and having fun. Slightly bouncing up and down on the couch, he couldn't contain his excitement. It's about 3:00p.m., they should be here soon...
Yet, half an hour passed with no one showing up.
They probably are just late. I have nothing to worry about, he tried to convince himself, but there was still a nagging bit of fear in the back of his heart, It's fine.
Another half an hour.
Did I write the wrong date? No, I wrote "Oct. 16th," I'm sure. Then why weren't they here? No, I must have wrote the wrong time!
An hour passes.
He felt himself start to shake and question everything, Why why why? Is it a joke? No, they wouldn't do that!
...
...would they?
Yuu glanced around with watery eyes. He looked to his right at the wall smeared with blood; to his left, a broken glass window stained with red; down, a tattered carpet also with the crimson liquid. Oh... yeah...
He gentlely closed his eyes as a storm of tears overtook him. I did that... just like when I was a child...
The wind whistled as it blew through the ripped streamers and ribbons, but failing to reach the broken ballons on the ground. The candles were entirely burnt out, old and already used, but he needed something to put in cake. Yet, there was no such thing and they rested on the smashed coffee table.
Yuichiro had done it last year on his birthday. For some reason on this day he forgets about it all and head to his living room to relive the same scene over and over. He kept crying out his heart wishing that for once he could wake up with everything back to normal, but he never got what he wanted for his birthday no matter what he did. He hesitiantly laughed pitifully through the rivers he poured out, drowning in his own regret.
One of these days he would end it all...