Under the moonlight, she's staring up from the window. Her back hunched against the windowsill, she's pulling up both of her legs to hug them tight into her chest, before resting her head above her knees. The sound of the clock at the corner of the room was the only thing that could be heard.

It's time.

Her eyes shifted to the man that was lying on her bed. Unconscious. His face distorted in agony you might think he's having a nightmare. She watched him intently for every movement, every single twitch from his muscles, every changes that could be seen.

She moved down from the window to the bed, crouching closer, inch by inch, to the man who had had her captivated. The moonlight's shone on his beautiful face, emphasizing his already pale face. With her curious eyes, she hoped that the telltale was true.

If it's not, then he's going to be dead.

And she didn't know if she would found someone like him ever again.

Please, make it work.

Please. make it work.

Please, make it work...

They said that if you chanted your wish under your breath 3 times, then it might came true.

Well, she really hoped so.

Because she wasn't sure if God would answer a wish from a sinful creature like her...

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A/N: Can you guess what kind of creature she is?