Bologue looked at his damp palms, complex emotions rose in his heart, both joy and sorrow, a weight so heavy it made Bologue struggle to breathe... These were not Bologue's emotions, but Aimou's.
In the long silence, not a sound could be heard, Bologue and Aimou remained silent, neither of them breaking the tranquility first.
Bologue moved mechanically, continuously feeding cake from the plate into his mouth. He ate slowly, but the cake was not endless, and he finished it.
At the center of the dining table, half of the birthday cake remained. Only then did Bologue remember something. He pulled the birthday cake over, placed three candles on the remaining half, and lit them, the warm glow illuminating Bologue's face.
Sitting on the chair, the candles burned almost halfway before Bologue spoke.
"What wish do you want to make?"
"I'm thinking."
"Hmm? I thought a wish would be something you'd always remember." Bologue didn't expect Aimou would have to think up a wish on the spot.
