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With tomorrow

Jackson fell asleep in front of me. But I couldnt.

Outside I heard the wind knocking on my window.

I quietly put the blanket aside and crawled out of my bed.

With slow steps, I went to the door and pushed it open.

What is Taeil doing now I wonder? And Daddy .. I miss you ..

Every night was the same. I couldnt sleep and sank as always in deep

Melancholy. Just before I wanted to go down the stairs I heard a familiar sound.

I got upstairs as fast as I could - the house was like dead.

As I stared down the hallway, into the living room, through the window,

the moonlight shined into my face. Thats when I felt most comfortable.

I hoped that my sleeping disorder was because of the winter. But it wasnt the case.

I wandered through the rooms until I stood before the guestroom.

Under the door a crepuscular light came out.

“So you cant sleep too, huh ..” I muttered to myself.

I wanted to move but the door opened.

Zico slammed into me and I fell to the ground.

“..ouh ..” He startled “Oh eh .. are you okay?” “.. My .. my ass .. ah ..” I stood up again.

“Sorry, I just wanted to go to the bathroom.”

Without a word I walked straight ahead. He looked after me puzzled.

“Hey-Hey ... Irina!”

My foot snapped around and I felt how my head slipped against the wall. I opened my eyes.

He knelt in front of me and putted his hand on my forehead.

“You idiot ..” “Im not an IDI ahh!”

My head hummed. It was a sharp pain.

“Want to go to the hospital?” He scoffed.

“No, thank you.” I tried to get up but he didnt let me.

“What .. what?” His eyes lost no control and followed my expression carefully.

“I think you lied ..”

“What ?!” “When you said that you love him.”

“Huh?” I pushed him off me and crawled up the wall.

He looked from down up to me “You dont love him, right?” He grinned.

“Dont meddle in my affairs!”

“I was just curious.” He stood up and layed his elbow on my shoulder.

“The next time you.. should wear something prettier.”

He stuck his tongue out and disappeared into his room.

I hate him, I hate him, I really do!

With an angry feeling I went to get me a cold pack from the kitchen.

When I opened the fridge, I looked to my right as a hand came up to mine.

I took out. “Cant you let me even breathe for a little while?”

“What?” “Oh damn ..”

“I just wanted to help.” “Im sorry, Jackson.”

“Why are you even here?” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“I couldnt sleep at all ..” “Oh .. should I make us some tea?” “No. Thanks cutiepie.” I kissed his cheek. But he pulled me closer to him and whispered to me:

“I notice it when youre sad. But with tomorrow everything flies.. just like .. just like the situation in 'Annies'. Im still very sorry.” His eyes .. this color ..

this innocence. He was so pure, like my feelings for him.