Your POV:
It's a cold winters night and you still can't sleep. You turn away from the window, hoping you'd get comfortable. You then kick the sheets off. 'Too cold!' you think, pulling up the sheets. You then toss to the other side, facing the window. You quickly sit up, seeing a man in a white, blood stained hoodie, with whitish skin, black eyes, no eyelids and a horrifying, carved in smile, on your window sill, smiling at you. You start to cry softly and uncontrollable. "Shh.. it's okay. " the man says walking up to you. As he gets closer to you, you realise he is near your age. You sense a warm feeling from him. Actually, a comforting feeling. He sits next to you and strokes your cheek gently. You burn bright red and rub the back of your neck. You then decide to rest your head on his lap, trusting him. Even if he is a murderer, he is sweet and gentle. You softly yawn and close your eyes, slowly and softly falling asleep.
Jeffs POV: She fell asleep in my arms, the beautiful (y/n) fell asleep in my arms. (Y/n), what a beautiful name. She's just so perfect... I then lay her head on her pillow and pull the covers up to her shoulders. I then scavenged around to find a pen and a sticky note. I then wrote on the sticky note and ripped it off the pad. I then softly stuck it on the wall. I climbed onto her window and whispered "Good day, my love." before leaping out into the cold night.
