Selfish desires and drunken heartbreak were none to blame. The host of your birthday party rose back up to the surface of his pool's waters, obviously soaked, brows furrowed, and deeply hurt. You point accusing fingers at him, yelling all kinds that were nonsense to him while guests whisper and murmur.

"None of that was true." He thought. Vin Kung-Jae wanted to shout, to yell, and to scream at you, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He had no energy to put effort to salvage his relationship with you when you so clearly look at him through blurred lenses. So he merely stays afloat while the ring sank, his pale skin reflecting on the water's surface as there you stood on the edge of where you pushed him.

In a gruff, silent voice he said. "Happy birthday." As he stared at your feet, unable to bring himself to claim your gaze in his.