Man, what's wrong with you?

In the past, his birthdays were always celebrated with rich and delicious birthday dishes that Sherry prepared days in advance. From Chinese food to Western food, all his favorite dishes would be served at the table.

However, this year was different.

Sherry had quickly removed the cake's package, and then she decorated it carefully with the candles she had prepared.

"Do you want to make a birthday wish?" She asked indifferently like she couldn't care less about his answer, and she was just going through the motions of what was expected of her.

Her calm and apathetic facade filled Jeremy with so much anger that he was afraid he would go crazy from it. It was the same as he had felt the other day when Steve wanted to have sex with Sherry.

Every year, she used to badger him to make his wishes, and her wide, innocent eyes would stare at him excitedly as he did.

'Where did that Sherry go?' he wondered in despair.

He looked down at the cake, where a single candle was burning and slowly melting. It was a long time before he could talk, and only a single hum escaped his lips, but he immediately backtracked because not saying anything would only worsen the atmosphere between them.

He cleared his throat and suggested, "Why don't you make a wish for me instead?"

Sherry was visibly stunned at his request, and then she opened her mouth to talk. But instead, the only sound that came out of her lips was, "Hmm."

And then it was her turn to be awkward, as the room was engulfed in silence once again.

Jeremy looked at her in the silence, as rage built up inside him like waves that were crashing nearer and nearer to the shore. She barely said a word! Where was the Sherry from years before, when she would've cheered by his side and showered him with enthusiastic kisses? The thoughts in his mind clouded his eyes, and the tension built between them, thick as the purest honey.

The candles gradually burnt out. Jeremy did not make a wish, and Sherry did not ask again.

last bit of candle was extinguished, and then she stood up and said, "You eat the noodles first. I'll go get your birthday

for me?" He internally winced when his voice

asked, as he felt somewhat uneasy. He didn't know

even turn her head. "You will find out what it is in

returned to the living room once again, she was stunned that Jeremy had already finished his bowl of noodles. It was the first time that he ate so

"Where is your present?"

asked, and his voice startled her to her senses. At first, Sherry felt a burst of

liked the noodles that I made? Why should I feel lucky? Maybe he was just

these thoughts to the side, as she smiled bitterly at Jeremy. Then she finally

"You..."

and his eyes widened as he read over the papers in his hand. He put down the chopsticks on the table with a crash, unmindful of the glass that he managed to sweep aside and off the table. 'Damn it! These are

slowly looked up from the papers, his dark eyes burning with rage, and his forehead was scrunched

sat quietly, a picture of cold indifference. She said calmly, "I think this is the gift

in his mouth, and the words refused to come at his

Sherry, so why did he feel like this now? He should be pleased, but he felt like ice was flowing in his veins, and like the floor had

trick are you

and walked toward her with heavy steps, trying to understand the

her face harshly, hurting her, and said, "Don't be stupid!" However, there was no trace of worry in her

and free, a feeling that seemed so unfamiliar to her now. Laughter bubbled up from inside her, and she

this far, and I'm getting tired of this. What else can I do?" If he thought that she was defeated, he was

if he was struck by lightning, surprised by