Chapter49

#Chapter49

PART 1: Visiting an Old Friend

Deimos softly nudged my sides with his elbow, /"A happy birthday would suffice,/" he says, also looking at the ground, but smiling.

He has unseen wounds himself, except he didn't begin to blindly bandage himself like I did. He just let the feelings eat him up. He didn't tell anyone about it.

Since dione died, he blamed himself like I did. But I guess, we had different devils. His questions maybe as many as mine, if not more. Different devils, same wounds.

It doesn't matter if I drowned in a pool and he drowned in an ocean. Both are good as dead after drowning, and comparing our pains isn't going to do anything.

/"Happy birthday,/" I looked up at Dione's grave, and now I feel myself tearing up like a damn crybaby. I quickly looked up at the sky to keep the tears from falling.