She clutch the plush doll tightly to her chest and fell asleep under the night sky, letting go of whatever will she have left to hang on. Either she is found dead tomorrow or not, it didn't matter. Nothing matter because that was how it was already. But everything she expects to happen doesn't. What she didn't expect was to wake up in the arms of a beautiful boy. A beautiful boy that looks all too similar to the toy doll.

These feelings of mine are unheard of , unless its in my diary entry . Short story . Completed on 13 March 2017 . @Taemeaway