" 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. "
Recovering from an alcoholic and abusive father that scarred her for life, Y/N developed major trust issues, fear of interac...
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'WOW...AM I BACK IN A DREAM ALREADY?' I thought, fluttering my eyelids open...to see—did I even open them?
"Hey, Y/N." A deep voice uttered, sending chills down my spine.
My E/C pearls slowly gazed around the dark, shadowy, bone-chilling area, trying to located where the specific noise was coming from. Although, I do recognize who the familiar voice belonged to. It was the person from yesterday.
"B-Baby Shark? I can't see—"
"Tsk, behind you."
A set of hands were placed on my body, one on each shoulder, directing me to turn to the other side and face him.
"A-Ah...sorry."
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...
"Where are we?" I question, disturbing the silence. "I don't think that this is one of my dreams. So it must mean that—"
"You're in mine."
"Why is it so dark?"
"It's not," he scoffs like I'm some sort of idiot to him. "Feel around for a door, it should be somewhere around here."
The my hand tenderly and carefully glided over the bumpy and unbalanced surface of the walls, making sure not to miss a single nook and cranny. Not a long time after, I felt a cold and a rather large and round knob of smooth metal.
The sphere was a bit too large for my hand. But nevertheless, I gripped it and turned the knob, forcing it to swing open.
"Is this it?"
"Yeah..."
Inside was...what I guess would be normal for him. A large bey stadium in the middle of the room with crazy loops and twists, gym equipment that were lined up against the wall while his favorite stood out in the corner. But one thing bugged me the most.
"Baby Shark, where does that door lead to?"
"Luinor."
"What's that?"
"It's not a 'what'. It's a 'who', dummy. Lost Luinor is my bey, the most powerful one you'll ever meet at that in fact!"
