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He wakes up in cold sweat. Not that this was an unusual thing for him but it still makes his heart race like a gray hound. Nightmares are a part of his life. Hus whole body’s shaking and with those shaking hands, he pops some pills into his hand and gulps them down with some water. He kneels down and sits taking deep breaths. He’s calm after a few minutes. He calls, even though it’s midnight, he cals, believing that she’ll receive the call.
“what happened?”- a reply
“it struck again.”
“take the pills. Please take care of yourself yaar”
“I just did. I will. How are you?”
“I’m fine. A bit sleepy though”
“then go to sleep. You have college tomorrow.”
“I will. But first you go to sleep”
“think I’ll go for a ride. good night dear”
“good night. make that right short will ya?”
“ok”
he hangs up and turns on his computer. After sending some songs to his cell phone, he quietly sneaks out of his house with his bicycle. The cold air is refreshing. He then rides along the three hour long highway that is right in front of his house. Being more of a loner, he enjoys the empty street. Riding under the glare of the full moon, he stops after a few minutes, gets off his bike and pulls out his cigarette.
-RING-RING-
“I told you not to smoke didn’t i??” it was her
“where are you?” confused he asks
“right behind you”
shocked at her reply, he turns around and yes indeed it was her. 
she was in her jacket and a black track suit. Her hair was open, teeth sparkling which matched her sparkling eyes shadowed by her glass which shone reflecting the open moon; matching with a teeth that was out of place.
     He found her beautiful nonetheless.
“why do you smoke?”
“i… have told you this”
“you still miss her don’t you? Apparently enough to ride in such a cold weather; in the middle of the night”
“yes I do”
“don’t worry”
“lets ride shall we?”
they rode In silence. After about two hours, they reach her house. “go now. And don’t ever sneak out”
“same goes for you”
he rides some more but just a  few minutes past, he gets bumped into a stone. His anger kicks in. such a small thing could anger him. He knew it was illogic thing to do but he got angry anyways. Well angry enough to want to toss his bike into the corner. His anxiety kicks in and everything slowed down.
His strength came up from nowhere and he lifted his bike above his head like it was a toy and then he threw it far, at least far enough to crash into a wall and break.
A shock jolts back him to the present. His data cable had been ripped and his cell phone was in his hands. He was standing in his own room. The message on the screen showed “error! The device couldn’t be found”
He face palms and takes some more anti-hallucinogen and goes back to bed but before he goes back to bed he checks his call log, yes he had called her, he had called riza but apart from that everything else was a hallucination.
-seul voyager


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