"Finally..."
A sigh escapes between my lips once the documents are completed. My back aches from sitting for hours. I want to lay in bed already. Strangely, I don't feel dizzy tonight though the time is around seven. Commonly, I would pass out before the clock hits seven due to lack of energy.
"Birthday" I murmur with eyes focusing on the ceiling. Before I died in Damian's hands, I could not celebrate the birthday in view of the fact that even me myself kept forgetting the date of birth. When I realized the birthday, it had passed. For two years, I buried myself in works.
Neglecting own birthday to put the priority on top as always. Now, I am celebrating my birthday, not alone, but with the devil in contract. He knows a lot about me more than I expected. It is scary sometimes to hear him speaking stuffs I keep as secrets in grasp quietly.
