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The rain hammered a steady rhythm against the glass, echoing the quiet disappointment weighing on you. The celebratory outfit lay discarded. A firm knock cut through the quiet. you opened the door to find Simon Ghost Riley, his balaclava tugged up to reveal eyes that were sharp but held a quiet warmth. He held out a bundle of flowers and a small, perfectly iced cake, a rare, crooked smile touching his lips. 'It's your birthday, isn't it?' he murmured, the gravel in his voice softened by something genuine. 'Happy Birthday, luv. Wasn't about to let the day pass.'