Today is his birthday.
No, I haven't sent him flowers or stars this time. My present for him has been getting rid of myself.
How? Well, simple.
This morning I've suggested him a bet because I was sure a) He would never accepted b) to win.
The stake? One of his day against a full month truce of my presence. You can easly guess that this could mean very much to me (and to him!) but I was so damned sure to win...
And you know what? He agreed. And I lose.
For a month I'm going to say only what is strictly necessary to work and disappear when I'm done.
I accept my defeat but I wonder if he would have paid honour to the bet in case I'd won.
One of his days? I don't belive he really feels inclined to do something like that. Not at all.
Wanna bet?