Elena and Das went to the cafe.
This might be the first ti Elena didn't order anything.
"What's wrong? Why don't you order so cakes and pastries like always."
Elena's face flushed a little as she looked down at the table and said, "I am on a diet."
"What was that?"
"I am on a diet."
Das froze and stared blankly at Elena before blinking a couple of tis.
Das squinted his eyes and said, "Could it be that you are--"
"I am Elena."
Das chuckled and said, "I know that. I was asking if you are feeling sick or sothing."
Elena shook her head as she said, "I am not."
"Then why aren't you ordering anything."
"I told you I am on a diet."
"Co on, I know that's a lie. Go ahead and order whatever you want."
'Just watching her eat fills up.'
"If" Elena stuttered.
"Hmm?"
"If I order sothing, then you have to eat it too."
"Well," Das shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure. I will just take a bite."
"No, you have to eat with ."
"..."
'I am not sure if I should eat too many sweets or not. But if Elena wants then'
"Okay"
"Really?!"
"Yeah. Go ahead and order whatever you want."
"Yay!"
'Judging by her reaction, I can say she was dying to eat.'
Das sighed, thinking, 'And here I was admiring her courage for being honest.'
"Say, Das," Elena closed so distance and brought her face close to Das' face, saying, "When is your birthday?"
Das frowned his eyes and said, "Why do you want to know?"
"I am just curious."
"..."
Das leaned back as he stared at Elena, who was waiting for his answer.
Das gave in as he sighed and said, "Fine."
Elena looked more excited than before.
"Tell, tell."
"It's on twenty-sixth June."
"I see. Twenty-sixth June, huh?"
"Yeah"
Elena looked satisfied.
'Here it cos.'
'One'
'Two'
'Three'
"What?! Twenty-sixth June!" Elena exclaid.
"Yeah"
"But it's today!"
"Yeah"
"Today is your birthday?!"
"Yeah. And stop shouting."
"Why are you here if it's your birthday."
"What does it matter?"
"What do you an by what does it matter? It's your birthday today?!"
"I know."
Elena stood up as she slamd her hands on the table and said, "Show so excitent!"
"You look more excited than ."
"Of course! Birthday is a very special day. Everyone should be excited!"
"It doesn't matter. Every day is the sa for ."
"It does matter! Why didn't you tell about it?!"
"Because you never asked?"
"You were supposed to tell if it was your birthday today!"
"I did tell you, right?"
"That's when I asked. If I hadn't asked, you wouldn't have bothered telling , right?"
"Well" Das slowly averted his gaze and uttered, "I was going to tell you."
"Lies!" Elena slamd her hands on the table again and said, "Lies!"
'What the hell is going on? I thought she would wish a happy birthday and tease a little. But what the hell is this? She is angry.'
"Sit down. You are making a commotion."
"Huh?" Elena glanced around the cafe, and her face flushed as she sat down.
"Sorry," said Elena.
"It's okay."
"I wasn't saying that to you."
"..."
"I am still angry."
"Why?"
"It's your birthday, and you didn't tell about it. Is that how little you think of that you don't even want to invite to your birthday party?"
'And I thought we were friends,' Elena thought as she clenched her fist.
"There is no birthday party."
"Don't lie. I know you just don't want to invite ."
"I am telling the truth. There is no party or any celebration."
"Why not?"
"As I said, it doesn't matter. Birthday is nothing special to ."
"It should be special. What is wrong with you?"
"..."
"Birthday only cos once a year, and you get a chance to get whatever you want from your parents. Your all friends co to your house and celebrate your birthday with you, and you get gifts too."
"I can get whatever I want anyti. I don't have friends, and I don't need gifts."
"..."
"And they only co to your house to celebrate because they want to have fun, not because of your birthday. I am sure most would go to any party as long as they get to have fun."
"What's wrong with that?"
'He said he doesn't have any friends; does that an he doesn't count as friends either?'
'What's with her. She is suddenly quiet all of a sudden.' Das thought.
'Did I say too much again?'
'Should I ask him what exactly is our relationship?' Elena questioned herself.
'I know what birthday ans, and I do actually celebrate it with my parents, but my birthday is not exactly today. It's after forty days.'
'No one knows that, and I haven't told anyone about it because it's related to the Royal stuff.'
'Should I tell Elena?'
'But my identity as royal should be kept secret. If I told Elena, mom might get angry.'
"Hmm," Das grabbed the glass filled with water.
'But Elena already knows mom, and her parents and my parents know each other from childhood. Doesn't that an Elena should know about being Eden?'
'Maybe her parents are keeping it secret from her?'
'Should I ask her?'
'But how. I can't just say, 'Hey, do you know I am Eden?'. If she really doesn't know, then it would be bad.'
'More importantly, why do I want to tell Elena about being an Eden?'
'Why do I want to tell her about my real birth date?'
'Why did I even bothered telling her about my birthday?'
'What's wrong with ?'
'When I am with Elena, I feel like I am alive.'
'I feel. Happy'
'I want to be with her more.'
'I want to know more about her.'
'Now that I think of it, I don't know anything about her.'
'It's my fault. I never tried to know more about her. I don't even talk with her nicely.'
'I always act like a jerk and make her angry, and she still keeps being with .'
'What exactly is our relationship?'
Reviews
All reviews (0)