Her bare legs were spread in front of her, a year ago she had been her happiest at this hour, how does someone get so screwed up in two years, change so much that they can not recognize their selves, all because of him. Her toxic addiction. Frustration piled up in her tiny body as she looked at the flame of the candle on top of the two-tier chocolate cake she had baked herself, her birthday had been over for four hours now. She turned in her silk robe reaching for her phone on the bed, dialing his number, even though she has his number saved, dialing it over and over had made her memorize it. The ring went on and on until it went straight to his voicemail. She clutched her phone tightly in her hand and the other second she threw it against the cake in front of her screaming at the top of her lungs. She reached for the champagne bottle with a red ribbon around it, which was plunged like a knife in the ice bucket, she wished she could be that ice right now. Her weak fingers held on to the bottle, she tore its seal and pulled off the cork, attaching it to her mouth, it poured down on her robe but she didn't care tonight. Making sure she finished more than enough she got on her feet when she heard the house phone ringing.