21st_sacrament | birthday drabble (alex/henry)

chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with your name written in chocolate icing - for being twenty three years old today you feel like half your age. you don't try to remember the last birthday cake you had, if it tasted as good, as sweet and rich on your tongue. you don't try to remember if it made you glow as warmly on the inside - as warm as the flames flickering from the candles decorating the top of the cake.

you're full from dinner, too full (you can never say no to more of henry's cooking), but you have a piece anyway. a big piece, the kind that leaves a trail of crumbs scattered haphazardly on your plate no matter how many times you sweep your fork across.

your mouth and your lips taste like chocolate and you feel like you'll burst. you can't stop smiling, smiling at henry because he made you dinner and a birthday cake and without pausing to think about it he leans over to wipe a patch of frosting off your cheek.

you're twenty three years old today and your heart swells up so wide it presses against every corner of your chest.