The Forgotten Seventeenth

A banner strung across a chipped grey wall a dim light shone off the reflective paper reading “Happy Birthday.” The banner dimly lit from a lone pink candle sat upon a single velvety cupcake topped with a creamy white frosting.
The wax slowly dripped from the candle making a thin chalky layer of wax on the cupcake.
At a brown wooden coffee table, a teenager sat on the floor before it on the plush carpeted floor looking down at the lone cupcake with a deep frown and a shaking lip.
Resting their shaking hands on the grainy coffee table they stared at the cupcake watching as the candle melted.
Rivers of tears fell down their face as they sang Happy Birthday to themself.
As the song neared its end the tears slowed and with puffy tear-stained cheeks they sighed. They took a deep shaky breath and blew the candle out.
The once dimly lit room now shrouded in an inky black, the only thing heard from the room that smelt of smoke was a choaked sob of a “Happy Birthday to me.”