낮져밤이 Novels & Stories

He was giving me his support and comfort while I wasn't even sure if I loved him. Either way, I lay with guilt shadowing me as I breathed in Ash's scent and basked in his warmth. I lay with Ash for what seemed like hours until I finally fell into a restless sleep. But what felt like a second after falling into snooze vill I hear a loud bang which causes me to startle upright. Ash arm jerks around my waist but he otherwise barely moves as Bray flicks on the light. "Get up! Embers gone" then he stalked away, looking more furious then an old cranky guy being woken at 2 in the morning.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

She didn’t think a seventy-year-old woman should be drinking so much caffeine and chemicals, but Nana—her real name was Joanne Gehlinger, but she always went by Jo—did what she wanted no matter what other people said. Lauren leaned her bike up against the porch and went up the stairs to kiss her grandmother’s cheek. Nana and Lauren were about the same height—just a bit over five feet—but Lauren had the advantage over her grandmother at the moment because she was wearing sneakers and Nana was barefoot. “Hi, Nana,” she said. “You probably thought my call was strange,” Nana said, collecting her book and pop and pulling open the screen door. “A little,” Lauren said.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”

To be honest, to her, it wasn’t a pretty color that she pitied the person who owned such dull-painted spirit. “Is of the night, you mean black, right? Does that imply something ‘evil’?” Zyair’s voice grew louder as his worry reached the brim. He never considered such a possibility solely because to him, Yuna doesn’t look like a lost soul corrupted by the darkness or evil. To him, she’s indeed a rare being, where she would rather choose to wander around, make herself be astonished by the new things she found. To him, she was nothing, nothing but an innocent girl who loves to watch the stars at night.