Seven Days
Another one had appeared that caused me to shook your arm that was wrapped on my waist.
"Deron," I called, still in a whisper, scared that something above the attic might hear me. I turned my head as I kept shaking your arm.
"Deron," I called once more, but you're not moving still. Not even a flinch, a sign that tells that somehow, I woke you up.
"Deron, wake up." This time, I faced you completely as I shake your arm vigorously. You're still not moving. I couldn't help, but furrow my brows as well as my forehead wrinkled due to panic.