He, She.

"I saw them both today. They do, too.

They saw me with their eyes.

I, with a saw.

I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin."

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"The skies will change to a darker shade, each day, always the same. Never changing. As I am. I'll be thinking of you, each seconds of my wake. Hoping you would have a great day. Hoping you are well. Hoping you are happy. While I'm asleep too, you are in my dream."

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"So, why were you afraid of the thunder?" He asked curiously.

"It g-give m-me night-nightmares." She answered weakly.

"Really? What kind of nightmare?"

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"He is nocturnal, just like me. He functions best at night, after everyone is asleep, that is the time we woke up."

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// A collection of random and irrelative short stories- with different setting, differing characters, varying behavior, alternating moods and without definite theme or assured meaning, sometimes with only ending, other times with only just beginning, perhaps just a little moment in between those two- in every title.

// Told from her point of view but sometimes could also be told from his.

// Will be ended when the titles reach 30 and another book will be started.