— He was a stranger. A man who keeps walking around the neighbourhood every midnight as if looking for a food to eat. No, not like a hobo or something close to that. He was always as fabulous, handsome and classy. 

 

Exactly 3am, everytime, I can see him with box of chocolates, meat or groceries with him. He was never with anyone. He was never alone, as I could feel, either.

 

There was this one time, I absolutely saw him walk pass by our street. I was stalking him, indeed. He didn't show up at exactly 3am. I just gave up my hopes of seeing him for that night.

 

I layed my hand on my bed and I felt a figure, I could feel that it was smiling at me.

 

It was dark, his figure was almost pitch black. I couldn't even reach for the switch as if I was being manipulated. 

 

You want me... A manly voice whispered inside me. I swore I didn't hear his voice but inside me, I knew, he was the one who whispered.  

 

Unconsciously, I layed my hand on his abdomen. I knew then, I was being manipulated. 

 

I had the urge to slide my hands down his abdomen while dirty thoughts possesed me.

 

Let's not... I tried to tell him. I didn't open my mouth nor made a sound, but he nodded as if agreeing with me.

 

No, I didn't know that I could talk to him or read his thoughts. I was doing things on my own as if I've known these kinds of things for a while now. 

 

A light peeked through the door as it slid open, "Eonni, can I sleep with you tonight?". A little girl, unknowingly calling me her sister approached me. I was confused but the feeling of being called someone's sister was familiar. 

 

I looked at the bed and the figure was still there. I looked back at her but I ddn't answer her back. "Eonni..." she called.

 

She was just also a figure, a blank figure just like a shadow. "Please..." 

 

I looked back at the bed and looked back at the door, "Who—"   but the figure ran away. 

 

The figure from the bed held my hand, I can't see it but I felt a hand pull me softly down the bed. I sat... and felt a cold— freezing hand wrapping me up. 

 

I'm Kim Jong In... A cold air brushed past my ear. 

 

The cold pair of arms slowly slid off me. Seconds after, I saw a black figure in front of me, kneeling down as it grabs my hand. 

 

He caressed the back of my hands softly. I can feel it. it feels  just like a human's touch.

 

Your guardian...

 

He wrapped his fingers around mine and I felt a cold pair of lips brush through mine...

 

and your regrets...

 

 

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A SHORT DRABBLE i MADE A FEW HOURS AGO ._.