A superficial arrogance was burning inside and I kept chopping myself down. No tear in the eyes. And no blood dripping from the deep, violent cuts. I tried to recall his face. Seemed like a distant dream.
I kept arranging the table, cake and balloons. My secret birthday party, to be celebrated by me and this beloved diamond knife.
Somebody was knocking at the door, whispering and then screaming. Five kittens were fighting for a single milk bowl upstairs.
The mirror dared to lie to me..again! A selfish girl standing here. Selfish. Opportunist. Bundle of raw emotions. Desperate to prove her wrong, I took out the knife, cut the cake and dimmed the light.
Devil was surrendering slowly. It was time to for a soft music. His photos kept burning in the candle.
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