Author's note:
Lilibeth's room is a small square space with the bed in the middle, and a wide window on the left. "Room" is a place she feels free.
Knock Knock Knock!
"Hey! Little Batsy!" I opened the window, seeing my little buddy
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I'm bored. Can I talk to you..."
"I have nothing to do either. You see the mountains overthere, There is a cave bellow, and all the bats sleep there hanging from the ceiling. It is super cozy."
"Do the other bats...talk too?" I asked, curiously.
"Nope, just me!" "I'm special."
Each day, the glitter appears at the window
But on the first day, believe me. I could not believe my ears. It was approximately four months ago. A bat appeared at my window, AND TALKED. What???
But now, talking to my little fella is the most exciting thing to do every day. After a boring day at school acting perfect or what's so ever, I always run home (specifically, my room in Potato, where I actually have privacy) and go to the window, where I can finally be myself. A bat always visits my window at dusk. I often feel a special connection with it, almost as if we have known each other for an eternity.
We talk, and we talk, and we talk.
Another day, and another day, and another day.
My day is all yours.
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When Vampires Cry
FantasyA girl mysteriously learns her true identity and embarks on an unimaginable journey to look for self, love, and feelings
