#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...