Unfortunately, before that day came, Vincent had completely changed his personality.
A month ago, it was Vincent's 25th birthday. I specially prepared a birthday cake for him and watched him make a wish.
In the dim candlelight, Vincent closed his eyes and made a wish with a tender look.
He also smiled and joked with me, "My greatest wish is that you and my parents will live in peace and happiness forever."
I pretended to be unhappy. "The wish will not come true if it is spoken out."
He smiled slightly and was about to close his eyes to make another wish.
All of a sudden, he opened his eyes, which weren't filled with tender care but hatred. It was so obvious that I could feel it clearly.
Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat kept rolling down, and the joints on the back of his hands were protruding.
I reached out anxiously. "Vincent, what's wrong with you?"
Vincent angrily knocked my hand away and shouted, "Do not touch me!"
He was so cruel that it frightened me to the point of being stunned.
Without paying any attention to me, Vincent stood up suddenly, looked around, and then stared at the cake in front of him.