𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞↷양정원

― 1 : nightmares

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𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚?
W𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒?

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She shifted her position from left, as her eyebrows twitched, her hands gripped tight on the magnesium blue blanket, her face was pale, her hands felt damp with moisture. She suddenly sat upright on her bed as she looked around, her hair was a mess,the face was dull, hands trembling.

She looked up in front, near the stand mirror, where there was a bright beaming light. Her eyes followed the light, as though it was attracting her forcefully.

Her feet unintentionally dragged her fragile figure towards the light as her body shivered from the cold. She felt her eyes closing as the strong force kept her move closer to the light.

She woke up with a jerk. The dream felt so real. She looked around the dark room for any trace of unnatural behavior, but found none.

'It was not a normal dream. It felt almost as if I was being dragged into there." She thought to herself.

She is Ahn Y/n, a student under the Department of Literature.

She checked her clock one last time. 03:44 a.m. Y/n pulled her blanket to cover herself once again and drifted off to sleep.

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"P-Please save me! I want to be with you! I don't want you to leave!-

The faint voice of a young lad echoed through the place. He didn't let go of her hand. He was desperate to make her stop.

But she had no choice. Her eyes, drowning in the tears, looked at him one last time before she disappeared into cold thin air. All that way heard in the cold chilled place was the soft cries of him.

"Don't you know? The prince never shows his face! He hides a lot of secrets!" the whispers if the place men echoed through the empty halls. The prince just remained silent hiding in one corner of the room.

"Save me...please..." he muttered.

The alarm clock rang, making Y/n open her eyes with a flinch. She has been having these nightmares frequently and they were tiresome. She wanted to meet this apparent imaginary prince; to tell him to stop appearing in her dreams. She felt annoyed by the fact that he kept coming in her dreams. She looked at the clock. It was 11:07 a.m.

She stared at the clock for sometime and muttered, "11:11".

11:11
in numerology, 11:11 is believed to be an auspicious timing where your wishes may come true.

She thought about it. She had never really believed in such myths but a deeper instinct urged her to give it a try. She was just tired of all these nightmares, every time she tried to sleep, a sudden fear was instilled in her. She kept on hearing the same voice repeating the same phrase, 'save me'.

She took a deep breath as the clock struck 11:11. She joined her hands and whispered,

"I don't want to have these nightmares anymore. End these."

At the same time, somewhere in the world, someone wished,

"Save me, free me from them. Listen to me...please"