"Happy Birthday to you...." The man seated on the chair at the kitchen room, with a strawberry chocolate cake on the table sang. Dark, solemn was the atmoshpere.

"What have you done, Kyuhyun? Did you realized that you hurt him?" A man in his middle forty roared, regretting of the named action.

"I don't love him, dad. I couldn't fake my happiness anymore." He said, defending himself after getting caught with her by his family. And him.

"After three years, Kyuhyun. After three freaking years and you tell me you didn't love him?" The middle man shouted in anger, couldn't tolerate his anger anymore.

"Happy Birthday to you..." The man wiped away the tears off from his face, flow down because of the memories.

"Sweetheart, he had left." A man in his late thirty said, pausing the argument he had with his father ever since thirty minutes ago. "He left something for you at the kitchen." He said, pulling away his husband from the house, crying in his embrace on their way to their car. He had regret forcing his son to marry him. It's all was his fault.

"Happy Birthday to my Lee Hyukjae...." The man sang, sobbing along with the song. He couldn't content his sadness anymore.

The named walked slowly to his kitchen, suddenly feeling drained after his family had left. She had left long before because he don't want her to hear all the insult that his family will said to her. But suprisingly, his family said nothing about her.

He could look from afar, there was piece of paper, and a blue pen, with somthing shiny on top of it. He was curious. What was the shining thing? He fastened his steps towards the table. And when he got nearer, a sad smile was spreaded on his face. It was a ring. His wedding ring. Their wedding ring. 

His attention turned to the piece of paper. He lifted the paper, reading the content. He knew what the paper was once he saw his signature at the below. He had signed it. Finally. He had signed it. He could no longer held him anymore. He had... letting him go....

"Happy Birthday to you." The seated man blew the candle. Once again, darkness embraces him. Like his usual day. Like everyday.