best friend + pjm

12

i told him to stop texting me... and he did.

to be honest, i actually miss him a lot. i miss him worrying and caring about me even though he was just a stranger.

so i decided to go to the graveyard and talk to mom, i mean today is my birthday after all.

once i reached the graveyard, there was a bouquet of flowers along with a paper bag and a note attached to it so i picked it up.

happy birthday doll :) please smile and be happy for me.

mianhe...

that was all that was written on the letter, again this person used the nickname "doll" and obviously this was the same person who gave me the medicine that time when i was sick.

"who are you..." i whisper to myself confusingly.

"mommy... why do i miss him? he's just a stranger but why? he also seems to care about me a lot too..." i've decided to just hang out here and check out what's in the paper bag later.

"happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday mommy!" i happily sang, holding the small cupcake in my hand and just cherishing this moment.

i really rather spend my birthday here in the graveyard unlike at home with my dad, who seemed to not even give two shits about me.

"squishy!"