Myle's POV
Please . . . look away!
My hands were clasped together as I leaned on the wall. I may look like a religious soul just for this moment, but I really . . . just wanted some peace!
So, how in the world did I come to this?!
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My mom was sitting on a couch, swiping her phone. She's probably reading some random rumors. I, on the other hand, was about to climb to my room, waiting for her to at least look at me.
Clasping my hands on the stairs railings, I leaned forward then shouted, "good night!"
Finally, she glanced at me. "Don't forget to lock the window!"
No 'good night' again.
But, I guess, it's fine.
Arriving at my room, the sliding window was already open. With a hand on my right cheek, I gazed at the sky, specifically the moon.
Nothing special.
Sightseeing just became a habit. However, I could still not love the nighttime. What's so great about this scenery anyway? It just reminded me of the past where I kept on working my fingers to the bone. I was too greedy, hoping for acknowledgments, but . . .
After a second of silence, the bark of a stray dog made me frown. Unfortunately, it was followed by an adorable cat's meow~ and a motorcycle's REEENG!
I-I guess, there are some things unusual.
"Pfft—" My mind went blank from a certain chuckle. Hearing it at night is creepy, I swear!
Scanning my surroundings, I found a man in front of our house. He was around my age—17 or 18 years old. His skin was pale, not befitting for a dark place. Good thing, he didn't have long hair or else . . . Uh . . .
"He's not... staring at me, right?" I asked myself. I hope no one will answer this. It's creepier.
I instantly leaned on the wall, clasping my hands together. I might be overreacting, but my instinct was usually great. He might be my type, but it feels weird.
Glancing at my phone, the wonderful digits that could cause death flashed to the screen.
«12:00 AM»
If they find out that I'm still awake at midnight, Mom might scold me till I die!
I slammed the window, forgetting the mysterious fellow, and hurried straight to bed.
The following three consecutive nights, there was no night we wouldn't make eye contact. Since that was the case, I figured that I was also staring at him.
Please stay inside during the night. You might catch a cold. That's what I wanted to say as an excuse, because it's uncomfortable to be stared at.
"Good night, whoever you are," I whispered, although he wouldn't hear me.
As I was about to close the window, I caught his beautiful smile.
"Is this what they call handsome yet horrifying? He can probably hear me. No, wait! Of course, he can't! We're too far away!" I kept on murmuring to myself.
In any case, I decided to just lock the window and rest in peace. I'm not dead yet, by the way.
So, just like that, my unusual night had ended.
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Normally, on Friday, I would just go straight to school without any problem. But, this time, I kept on checking if that mysterious fellow was around. He didn't seem like a bad guy. Besides, I believed that he was related to Zeyern Family since he lived in front of us.
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The Sight & The Night
Roman d'amour[COMPLETED] Myle Arjera had a blurry past buried deep inside her memory. It was a mystery why she could not love the sight of night, so she started sightseeing, which also became her habit of lessening her fatigue. One midnight, she caught a mysteri...
