Yuri moved out of her parents' home for an independent change. Little did she know her neighbour is a cold and rude guy who gets on her nerves. But as much as she's annoyed by that fact, she adores his honesty.
What secret will she unfold?
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At the glistening moon of the night, my neighbour is yelling psychotically and in full trauma tone. My heart was racing, scared that I'll be Mark. What if it was? If he dies because of me I would be forever sorry. I need to go over his side.
I grabbed a pocket knife and my phone just in case, carefully climbing from my balcony over to his balcony. Have I mentioned I live on the 8th floor? If I fall I'm most likely going to smash like a watermelon.
As I landed, I was glad his window door was opened. It was pitch dark inside and I suddenly froze. What if Mark finds me and kills me? I shook the thought off my head and slowly stepped inside.
"AHHHH, GO AWAY YOU BITCH!!
I flinched and was about to go out back outside when I hear him scream again. "STAY AWAY FROM ME, I HATE YOU!".
It didn't sound like he was talking to me..
Or is he having a nightmare?
Should I go or not? Should I? I should.
I placed the pocket knife and my phone on a table. It was so dark but I didn't want to turn on the lights. Slowly, I started walking to what seems to be his room since his raspy voice can be heard in there. I tripped over a few things on the floor but ignoring that fact I continued my search for his frantic yells.
I creaked the door opened, as the moon light shone down on the bed I see him heavily sweating and face frowning. He was about to scream again when I hurried over and hugged him. When I was a little girl my mum used to hug me as I'd dreamt of monsters. It would put me to ease.
In gentle strokes I began to caress his hair as I kneel down on the carpet.
"Sleep well my little baby
Between the front yard and the hill of at the back
From the birds to the baby lambs
Everybody sleeping together
Mr Moon sending gold pearls and silver pearls through the window
Sleep well my little baby
Sleep well and dream of me..."
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When I finished singing he had a relaxed expression, his breathing was back to normal. I stared at his vulnerable self. What did you dream of that made you so breathless? I got up but his hand grabbed on my wrist. "Don't go.." I got back down but he was still asleep. Is he sleep talking?
