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She looks around the room, making sure everything is in place.

'Ah..I can't wear this for my birthday '

Chuckling, she changed into her favourite dress; A black knee-length summer dress.

With that, everything is ready. All that is left is for midnight to come..

It was only a few minutes but for her, it had felt so long. The anticipation for it was killing her.

Her eyes were glowing. A smile appeared on her face when the clock finally signalled that midnight has come.

Like a kid that was given candy, she felt like the happiest person on earth as she climbed the chair and wore her gift.

Taking one step forward, she greeted herself

"Happy Birthday.."

She felt alive in that brief moment her body danced before halting to a stop.

On her 18th birthday , She decided to free herself from the clutches of this world

" A week ago, an angel had left us to reunite with our holy father, God. It is sad that she had left this world at such a young age.

Chrysandia Lianne Villin may not be physically with us but she will always be in our hearts."

Mrs. Amanda Villin couldn't hold back her tears as the she read the last sentences. The people present sympathize with the woman who had lost her only child.

The man besides her pulled her into an embrace, to comfort the weeping lady.

Among the crowd, a young man stood. His eyes locked on the casket.

"Why didn't you say anything?.."

No matter how much he thinks about it,

He doesn't understand the reason behind her actions.

Just a night before, they were laughing and talking about life. Sharing their views on the world, like they usually do.

To him, nothing was unusual about her. She was fine. Like a scene from a movie on repeat, the memory of that night was played again and again.

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With a playful smirk, she had called out his name

"Nouvelle, you're paying."

"This girl....tsk. I paid last week!"

'His body and words always say two different things'

The thought made Chrysandia smile which had turned into laughter when she saw Nouvelle grabbing his wallet and paid for their things.

Nouvelle and Chrysandia had been friends since they were 5. They met at a kindergarten and had been friends after having a quarrel about who's bag is better.

"Am I your ATM?"

Nouvelle complained as soon as they left the store

"hmm..who knows?"

"You!"

"I'm just joking...or not.."

"I don't even understand why I pay for things when you have more money than I do"

She just smiled at his remark.

Although they both came from wealth, they both live a very different life. Since Nouvelle is only an illegitimate child, he only receives a small amount of allowance compared to Chrysandia who was a legitimate child.

Even though Nouvelle's siblings and father treats him well, there are still differences between his treatment and his half-siblings.

"I almost forgot. How will we celebrate your birthday?"

Nouvelle was about to repeat the question after not hearing her reply when she trips over...a smooth pavement

"Chrys! Did you get hurt?"

Instead of hearing a reply, Chrysandia only snorted and pretended that nothing happened after standing up.

"...."

Nouvelle looked back and forth between his hand and the girl who left him behind.

"Why in the world did I befriend you.."

he muttered as he quickened his pace to catch up with her.

'How do I kill this person?'

Nouvelle pursed his lips as he sprinted after the crazy lady named Chrysandia..

No, a demon who was hellbent on making his life harder.

Nouvelle chased after his so-called friend, Chrys who was running with no intention of stopping even though they had been running for a while now.

"Chrys, I swear to God I'm going to kill you!"

" You'd have to catch me first!"

He was tired, so was she but they showed no signs of giving up.

The two teenagers resembled two people who had been caught up in a rainstorm by the time they were done. Their hairs and clothes were disheveled, sweat ran down their heads to their neck.

"I hate you"

Chrysandia only flipped her middle finger in response to Nouvelle

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Not a single second had passed that he does not regret saying those words to her and for not noticing whatever it is that had pushed her to the edge.

For Nouvelle, the person who knows him best was Chrysandia. It was only natural that he would think that was the case for her too..

but why is that it felt like it wasn't the case.

When he stepped into her room after her burial, an unfamiliar feeling filled his heart.

It was uncomfortable.

The surroundings began to spin, he felt tightness in his chest. He choked back the tears, only to regret it as it only made it harder to breathe.

Nouvelle fell on his knees, with one of his hands holding onto his chest. The image of her taking her own life in this very room was the only thing on his head.

Like a child who cried for his mother, Nouvelle called out to her again and again. Subconsciously wishing that it would bring her back.