I knew thinking about her supposed birthday party bothers her so much. I knew she wanted that party to happen because even though I don’t completely understand her standpoint, I kind of know that the 18th birthday is important for young girls to like her. I can’t blame her if she wished that she’s not with me right now and she is with her parents planning for something grand. The days passed by quickly, little by little, Camille learned how to adjust, and little by little, her ankle healed. Not completely but at least she can finally walk now. The days are like minutes because we don’t even notice that the sun is already setting. When Camille is resting in the mansion, I try to sneak out and go to the safe house. I just can’t sleep knowing that she wanted something and it’s botheri

