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I wake up as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping has become a dangerous thing. My heart beats fast, and there is a buzzing in my brain, and together they are as panic with jump-leads.
Sitting up on my bed, I look around my dorm, breathing heavily.
I just had a nice dream, why did I wake up like that?
I gaze up at the clock on the wall. Gulping, I soon find out that it's 3:22 a.m.
There's something peculiar that sits in my stomach, something that simply won't let me motion peacefully. It's utterly bizarre, and scary, too.
My heart suddenly started to beat rapidly as I try to control my breathing. Breathe in and out.
It's my past, it's my past, it's my past. Just move on, goddammit. I repeat in my head many times, trying to convince myself.
Suddenly, I hear a loud banging noise on my front door. My panic increases and my heart beats unhealthily again.
It's just an illusion. Nothing's real. Life is an illusion. I tell myself, once again, but the thunderous bangs on my door won't stop.
You can do this. You ain't scared of nothing, Yona.
I confidently stand up and make my way to the door.
Looking through the peephole, I recognize Yoongi standing on the other side of it. Oh, and I thought it was someone scary. A sigh of relief leaves me.
I open the door slowly. "What do you want—"
Before I could even finish my sentence, he storms into my room. "What is this, Ahri?" He asks, holding the envelope in his hand.
