2015.12.01, 06:30 A.M.
DEAD DAYS (MoonSun)06:30 A.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.
Jung Whee-In's POV
"Hmm, hmm," I hummed to entertain myself as I cycled through the street. Yawns escaped my mouth once in a while. I let go of the handlebars for a second to cover my mouth and I lost control of the bicycle in no time. "Oh!" My mouth let out a little cry while my hands grabbed the handbrakes until my knuckles turned white. I put both my feet to the ground to stop it but it was to no avail. "." I cursed in a low whisper as I scanned the ruined garden. The Sons raised it for years and I destroyed it in half a second. I looked around rapidly and I let out a sigh of relief the moment I realised I was the only one outside. "Ugh." I'm sleepy. I spent nine hours delivering pizzas. I slowly went back to cycling. "One Ggomo, three Ggomos," I kept counting to stay awake but it did not help. No , people count to sleep!
To Be Continued
for this story, especially short ones, so I will edit
them later by combining them wherever I see fit.
Thank you for the supports. I really appreciate you. You rock!
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