“I was your cure, and you were my disease. I was saving you, but you were killing me…”

I paced in my office, fidgeting and feeling nervous just like I was outside of the labour room months ago, when Lee Ha Yi was born. I plopped on my seat and propped my elbow on the table, staring into space right now.

Today is Saturday and that’s mean tomorrow is Sunday. Yes, Sunday.

Oh, please Seungri. Even a choding knew that.

But, that’s it. Tomorrow is not the usual Sunday. Tomorrow is the Sunday that’s not usually come. Just once a year and rarely the same day. What am I blabbering about?

Okay, to put thing short, tomorrow is the day that twenty five years ago, Lee Seungri was born.

For someone in my age, birthday doesn’t seem to be important anymore. There’s no waiting to the clock to strike at twelve to receive birthday wishes and present or waking up in the morning with a bunch of colourful wrapped boxes in the living room. An icing filled cake as big as my face didn’t enticed me anymore. Birthday passed as any other day.

But tomorrow I planned to pass it slowly and memorably.

It’s probably weird to be very work up on my own birthday that in my case, that’s likely to be the only day that I can be more dominant and demanding. Plausibly, just being more pitiful. But, who cares?

It’s my birthday. 

My lips curved upwards suddenly. I have plans for tomorrow and I’m not intended to play alone.

After putting Ha Yi to sleep, I waited for her to be home tonight. There’s something that I want to tell her and writing a memo doesn’t really convey my message truthfully. I stood at my window, staring into the night, behind the curtain. I wrapped my arms around me. The rain has subside but the cold‘s still lingered. I rub both of my palms on my arms, creating a little heat from the frictions. I hoped that there’s a way to lessen the coldness of her heart. It’s like she had built an igloo around her mangled heart. Strong and impenetrable. Even the warmth of my love didn’t melt her frozen heart.

10 p.m.

The old wood clock rang tenth time and I turned my head to the door. Chaerin emerged from the entrance with the same pale face. I watched her dumped her briefcase and black jacket on the couch and proceeded to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, took a juice box and poured it into a glass. Drinking it slowly, her eyes roamed into the living room where her eyes caught me.

“I thought you’re sleeping,” she said, putting the glass on the kitchen counter.

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

With a fast beating heart, I strut to her side. Be good, Seungri. One at the time.

“W-what are you doing tomorrow? I thought maybe…you will have a day off tomorrow?” Great,Seungri. A stutter. That’s what I needed. I scoffed inwardly. A very good way to start a conversation indeed. I gulped nervously trying to calm my thumping heart.

“Yeah, I have one day off.” She took her glass again and emptying her drink. “I’ve planned to bring Ha Yi to my family and spend the day with them. Why?”

Great, now she has plan. What about mine?

“Well, I just thought…maybe, we can spend some time together. Just two of us…” Because tomorrow is my birthday. “We rarely spend time together after Ha Yi was born.” Well, not ‘rarely’ exactly. How about ‘never’.

“Why? Is there…something special about tomorrow?” She asked bluntly, taking her glass to the sink and washed it.

Yes, Chaerin. Very special…like my birthday. I’m just glad you forget that. “It was nothing, just another day. Nothing special. We can drop Ha Yi on your house on our way. I don’t think they mind taking care of her for a day. We can go eat anywhere you want…”

She put up a pondering face before she spoke. “I can do lunch. Tomorrow is my off day, and I need to sleep in. If that’s okay with you…”

“Great!” I exclaimed too quickly. “See you tomorrow afternoon then. Goodnight, sleep tight.”

With an awkward farewell, I climbed the stairs to my room. A huge grin pasted on my beaming face and a little Annie’s voice echoed in my ears.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow
You're always a day away...

And to my amusement, my heart fluttered tremendously that night. I don’t think I can sleep.

I didn’t know what time I dozed off. Waking up in the morning, I grabbed clumsily for the table clock on my bedside table.

8 a.m.

I opened my eyes lazily and d my