He doesn't know how he got here. You don't even know who he is. He kept telling you about the world of the demons and how he must return to his family, and all you gave was a confused stare. What was he talking about? Does he understand how crazy he...
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❃゜・。。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。。・゜❃
I rub my eyes, the feeling of crust present as I wipe it all off before cracking open my eyes.
There sits Norman, once again. Though this time, his eyes aren't wide and pressing like a creep, instead they're a bit soft and more curious than anything as he is seated now at the edge of my bed.
I was more tired, and he wasn't so close to me this time, so I only muttered out my next response.
"God, dude. Can you not do that?"
He tilts his head. "Hm?"
"Stop waiting for me to wake up, that's creepy." I yawn.
Norman glances away and at the floor. "Oh. Well... you were crying last night. I heard you from inside the closet. So I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
He heard me crying?!
I thought I muffled my cries with a pillow!
But he still heard it...
Ugh!
Stupid!
I was fully awake now as I wiped my dried tears off my cheeks and got out of bed.
"Don't worry about it. I'm completely fine." I assured him, ignoring his curious questions and going downstairs to make us breakfast like I usually did.
❃゜・。。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。。・゜❃
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❃゜・。。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。。・゜❃
I pretended like I didn't cry at all last night, no matter how many times Norman asked me, I always brushed him off and changed the subject.
After a few times of asking, he finally dropped it.
I made French toast today since I woke up earlier than expected. I didn't hear my alarm go off and instead heard the birds faint chirps outside my window.
"Wow, this is... really good." Norman commented as we eat.
"Thank you." I muttered, going to turn on the TV again.
Because apparently today, I desire to make myself angry today.
The usual channels my mom flicked through were either CNN or CNBC, my dad would commonly watch the news with her to get a grasp on what crazy shit was happening that day.
