When my birthday passed, none of them even sent me a text. The only happy birthdays that I got were from my parents and Evan, and me and him still lived together.
I was slowly dropping back into my relationship with him, the relationship that mimicked what happened before we broke up.
To be honest, I really missed Michael.
Maybe it was because I had too much pride, or I was scared of what he would think, but I didn't want to admit, nor tell him, that.
It felt like he twisted everything I said around and made the others hate me. Luke and I had been friends since we were kids, yet he didn't even send me a text saying happy birthday?
This was between me and Michael. I'm surprised they still talked to him and not me, considering he was the one that cheated.
Ashton hadn't contacted us either, but I was fairly certain that him and Evan were still buddy-buddy, since whenever I badmouthed him Evan would get extremely defensive. What was everyone hiding?
It's probably extremely cliché, but Michael made me so happy, and since then I was just sad all the time. I literally couldn't win.
I'd do anything to have him back. Just to see him send me one text, instead of ignoring me.
Even the silent prayer I sent with that thought, nothing showed up, and I was left as disappointed as I was before.
"Hey, babe," Evan slid an envelope towards me, "you got a letter."
"A letter?," I paused to examine the dark pink paper, seeing my name and complex written on the front, with no return label.
I wasn't an idiot. I knew what Luke's handwriting looked like.
Ripping it open, the card was adorned with shiny gold glitter on a white background. Without reading the front, I immediately opened it to find a long paragraph written (in Luke's handwriting).
Dear Cassie:
You probably know who this is, but I will keep it a mystery anyways. Super sorry we didn't text you happy birthday, so we sent this card. Happy belated! We hope you're having a good time with Evan and stuff... also, apologies for not texting you a lot. After what went down between you and Michael, we figured that you didn't exactly want to talk to us. Well, he did anyway. He doesn't know I'm writing this but he misses you a lot. Like, he's always so down and it makes us :-( We still live at the same place and stuff; Cal, me, and Mike.
You're always welcome, anytime, Cas. Love you and happy belated.
From, Luke :)
Then there was a couple spaces and a messier handwriting of the name 'Michael', scrawled out along the bottom edge.
The letter left me in almost tears, but with a very large smile. My thoughts had been proven wrong, and they still liked me, which was a huge relief.
"So," Evan entered again, sitting down next to me, "who was it from?"
I read over the paragraph again. "Luke. They said that I'm always welcome at their house. I think I want to see them."
He grabbed the card, reading it. "Seriously? And see that douchebag again? Come on, Cas, have some common sense. It doesn't matter if he's sad. You're happy"
"I'm not happy that he's sad. I don't take joy in other people's misery, and right now, Michael sounds pretty miserable."
"Okay, fine, you can go see him."
