ital so I could, for once, feel the breeze of the air. He brought me to

el hu

n actually contemplates the color of his eyes and hair. His jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, feeling the sun's fading rays, and it really looked good, h

out with someone? It's better than you, a

with your old lady sens

an old lady, Zac

ou-asked-for-it look' wit

ck with me. I'm old enough to take care of myself, and I'm not the lost

ehind me, starting to push my wheelchair, and lea

ve that free beef roast every day,

ef roast stand after work. He will always have that line abou

o gonna ma

laughter and chatted ou

do you th

he hospital bed. Zach is arranging s

ngry. I can see how mad he is even though he is far

n he laid his hand on my head, c

t it may be a

y enough to have it pierced r

't let anyone hurt you." H

et anyone

me rattle. It hurts. The last words of Zach ec

hat's ha

ke my antenna have been played with. I can see a silhouette—a man, offer

is t

my ears—what is it? The pain sub

*

at is that? I yawned and squinted my eyes then saw a bird outside the window. I

e air too,”

stand by the frame. It was the same crow who always stayed outside my h

the crow cawed. “You are such a

ht of it as some sort of a guardian since it has always been around. The figure of the man with

u think is

laughed at how crazy I am for talking to a bird and ju

week

fin read

fice. They also talked to me about Zach, and I felt uneasy knowing how he would always fall asleep at our workplace. He's been my caretaker for the past week and I g

that my precious place hasn't been ransacked by robbers. I sighed, seeing my

her from the passenger's seat and op

?" She answered from her car window,

to have a proper reunion

I felt peaceful. Nothing has changed, the brown concrete floor, the white walls,

back to renting apartments, I want something to be called mine and this is it. Slowly, I bought all the stuff that I needed to live alone—o

louching on my sofa. I pinched the

w in here? My heart suddenly beats fast like hell. I said that I don't believe in the supernatural but I think I am just real

u

heart seemed to want

from the open window in my room. His gaze was cold but his lips were curled lightly. I never even dared to move since I know who he i

me hom

ccent. His smug face and mischiev