We And Our Story ||One Shots||

Birthday

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And, the second hand and minute hand move a little and join the hour hand at the number 12 written on the clock face. Telling the time, it's 12 a.m now.

A new day has started.

28th July 2020.

On this day, 18 years ago I was born. Which means today is my birthday. So happy birthday to me.

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My phone starts to ring. Like me, probably everyone is wishing me too through calls, messages, tagging pictures on insta and fb, giving status on whatsapp and more, all at the same time making my poor phone hang.

After twenty minutes of continuous ringing, my phone became silent. Finally.

I unlock my phone. While replying to everybody one by one with a thank you and some smiley emojis, I start checking the flooding notifications.

When I was done with reading notifications and sending replies, I frown. There wasn't a single message or call from the person I was waiting for.

Throwing the phone away, I lay down on the bed hugging the pillow tightly. Feeling sad and disappointed.

We were supposed to meet in the morning, but he cancelled the plan. The whole day he didn't message me or call me.

Now he didn't wish me happy Birthday too, when he promised he would be the first one to do so.

Every year in the past, he would come to my room exactly at 12 to wish me.

So where is he this year? Why didn't he come?

He is my neighbour and literally lives in the house next to mine. The houses are joined by the roof. It's not like he has to travel for hours to come here and wish me. And if he was having trouble (which I don't know what) to come, he could have wished me in the message.

Is he that busy? Or has he forgotten?

Maybe I'm thinking too much and he had just fallen asleep. I'm sure that is what has happened.

I look at my phone which I abandoned a few moments ago. Should I call him and wake him up? Should I remind him today is my birthday?

Would I look desperate, if I do that!?

I bit my lip, my brain is telling me not to call but my heart wants to call him. After contemplating a lot, I finally decided to call him.

I grab the phone and open the dialer. Holding my breath, I type the phone number, which I remember by heart. I am ready to call him.
But before I could press the call button, the phone started to ring. Startling me. Making me drop the device on the bed.

Grumbling, I picked it up. When I saw who is calling, my heart skipped a beat. The bubble of happiness burst and my lips curved up in a smile. I accept the call.

"Hello."

I sighed hearing the calm, deep voice. I missed him.

"Hi."

"Still awake?"

"No, I'm sleeping."

I pouted and he chuckled melodiously.

"Come to the roof. I'm waiting."

The call ended.

Jumping out of the bed, I quickly looked at my reflection in the mirror. After combing my messy hair and making sure I was looking good in my black t-shirt and white shorts, I dashed out of my room.