I STOOD there. With the balcony's door open. Curtains the colour of baby blue with golden embroidery; honestly quite favoured by me, fluttered to my absence.

With the moon not shone, stars scattered array, the night sky enjoying my presense. A slow gust of wind flew by me, reminding I hadn't covered my body enough, and a shiver ran down my spine. Not the unpleasant kind.

I tucked back a lock of hair with the wind still blowing. My eyes still fixated at the newly constructed building, it's walls maticulously built in with glass. The structure was circular, almost like a tomb, but not quite. A tomb that didn't hold sinister blood perhaps, like an angels abode.

"To your liking, I suppose." a voice greets, a voice I knew by heart, "The seeds were ordered, they'll be sown the moment they arrive." now standing beside me, in his loose fit nightwear, they flutter enough to tease my arms on my side.

I take my arms back, rapping them around myself instead. It didn't do much to cover for the cold or neither the amount of skin I showed in my night gown. Tilting my head I looked at him with a smile, the one that I knew he liked, it calmed him, I'm sure. "Yes yes," I teasingly smile further as I move closer to him "it's indeed very much to my liking." with another step, my arms that wrapped around me could feel his warmth under his shirt, because they touched.

I tilt my head upward so as to see his reaction, and again, very much to my liking, I saw what I wanted.

His emerald green eyes shone brighter than the shy moon, crinkling a little in their sides, eyes smiling, but lips pressed tight; holding back.

I giggle, "Shall we go in then?" I rub the sides of my arms, "it's getting quite chilly waiting for your smile, my lord."

He frowns, "Mat-" I quickly cut him off by brushing the front of his platinum blond hair, disheveled in the most adorable way, "I was teasing, Lio." feeling my cold hands he nudges his face into my palm, I brush his cheek with my tumb; approving of the light intimacy.

But intimacy aside, I was for real feeling quite cold, "So, shall we?" I say, as I pull him towards the door playfully.

I am a little taken aback when he brushes his hands away from my grip, worried, I look at him, but my tense body relaxed as his hands go around me. Realising he just wanted to carry me. I let him. With my arms around his neck, he's smiles; very satisfied himself. He thinks he's done a good job at hiding his smile, but I catch it nonetheless. And I let him know that by placing my head on his shoulder giggling. He accepts his defeat by placing his head back on mine.

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"Hyun Shinahhhhhh"

I am abruptly woken from my daily dose of realistic dreams yet again, looking towards the voice that called out to me, it's Bora, my childhood bestfriend. "Wehavesausagesforlunchtoday, come on, let's go!" she speaks without breathing, I blink.

The girl that stood before me, once only appeared in my dreams. She was my personal gaurd, a man, Sir, Augustus. And just like in the past, he still protects me, with all his heart and soul. You could say it was quite inefficient and not needed at all, I mean the protection, because I was quite strong myself, in past and now. But he did it nonetheless. And now as my bestfriend. As a girl, Kim Bora.

Unlike the olden times, since this time around he was born as a girl he was very petite and girly. If Sir, Augustus knew he'd look like this in his next birth he would have killed himself and be born again as anything but a girl.

I sigh, "Can you not shout the next time, Borayah?", I stand up, straightening the wrinkled part of my uniform. Bora looked offended, "But. it's. sausages.". I give up as I shake my head from side to side. "Okay okay, I'm coming." I walk towards her as she pulls me mercilessly and drags me towards her beloved sausages that is.

But, I'm not as exhausted.

I smile, thinking back to my dream.

A new individual.

A man who's name was Lio. A beauty I could probably not forget. And like everyone else in my dreams, I was sure. I was sure I would meet him.

That's what I said when I was in ninth grade. FML.