Saye and I slept in my room that night, simply because she was lazy to drag herself upstairs. She slept on my bed and I, on the floor.
We might have formed a temporary truce between us, but the gap was still somehow there.
As dawn broke upon the Lordes Mansion, I shook her awake. "Get up, it's September 14th!"
Saye narrowed her eyes in her sleep and turned over groggily, mumbling random words, "What's so special, Ray?"
I folded my hands and frowned. Ray was Saye's close friend, the only daughter of an international hotel chain. Birds of a feather sure did flock together.
I cleared my throat and brought the dazed girl back to reality.
"You…you're not Ray. Why are you here?" she asked before memories of our conversation entered her brain along with the morning sunlight. "Oh…we're friends," she realized in disgust.
"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, "So all that you said earlier today was simply a joke?"
