On my birthday, I invited all my closest friends, but no one came. And when I found out the reason, I was horrified 😢😢
I never imagined that my 35th birthday would become the worst day of my life. Usually, I didn’t make a big deal out of my birthday, but this time I wanted warmth, comfort, and company. I decided to celebrate at home: to set the table, cook my favorite dishes, and invite my best friends — people with whom I had gone through fire, water, and sleepless nights.
We had agreed to meet at my place at six o’clock. I had been on my feet all day — I bought fresh ingredients, marinated the meat, boiled soup, baked a cake, and carefully set the table. Everything looked perfect: candles, music, glasses, napkins, decorations. I even felt a pleasant excitement, like before an important meeting.
At six o’clock sharp, I was already at the window, looking out at the road. Silence. No one.
“They’re late,” I told myself, pouring a glass of wine. I knew that some of them used to be late. It was normal. I waited a bit longer. Half an hour passed. No one.
I began to feel anxious. With each passing minute, it turned into a heavy weight. I checked my phone — no messages, no calls. I wrote in the group: “Where are you?”. Total silence. No reaction.
Thoughts were swirling in my mind: “Did they forget?”, “Maybe they mixed up the day?”, “Maybe I said or did something wrong?”. I felt the knot in my throat growing with each sip of wine. It hurt. I called them one by one — none answered. No one.
An hour passed. Then another.
I sat at the full table, staring at the empty plates as if I were waiting for them to give me an answer. Suddenly, I felt small, lost, and completely useless. Against the backdrop of the cheerful music still playing from the speakers, I felt like a victim of a cruel prank.
At ten o’clock in the evening, I got up. Without a word. I began to slowly clear the food. I still hoped that at any moment, someone would walk in and shout: “Surprise! It was a joke!”. But that didn’t happen. Then I found out why no one had come — and I was simply horrified 😢😢
I was getting ready to go to bed when I received a message from my sister:
“Did you see the news? I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you… There was an accident. Their car… they were coming to you.”
I froze. I went online. The first headlines in the feed: “Collision on the highway… three dead…”
Everything faded before my eyes.
It was them. My friends. They were indeed on their way to me. In the same car.
That night, I didn’t cry — I just sat in the dark and listened to the water dripping from the faucet. The wine remained untouched. And I didn’t clear the plates. I looked at them as my last attempt to gather everyone together.
And I, the selfish one, thought they had forgotten about me… and it never even crossed my mind that something bad could have happened to them.
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