The class is starting to get noisier and noisier until to the point that someone had to call the teacher.
You sat still on your table chair while writing love poems for your crushes as you waited for your best friend to come and sit beside you.
A group of girls came by to your chair and snatched your notebook with one quick swipe.
You couldn't hear what she's saying because all you hear is static.
She opened your notebook and spilled all the secrets that you were writing but...
Who are they and who is she? And what were you writing about?
But all you ever thought in your mind is him.. And only h i m . . .
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You were struggling to open your eyes but... What were you dreaming about? Why are your dreams are like this way?
You heard singing in the distance and you couldn't move, it's paralyzing. And your ears started to hurt.
The singing stopped, then, appeared a yellow door in the middle of the void.
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You opened it and see what's inside.
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Oh...
It's just a normal living room with a single TV, playing a channel that is full of static. In the couch, there is someone sitting.
You're sure you knew this someone. But who?
YOU ARE READING
"Welcome Home, Neighbor.." Wally Darling × Reader
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