You must have thought I wouldn't know you were awake. It's laughable how shallow you are, believing you could fool me just by covering yourself with those eyelids and stifling your breath. The relaxation of a body fallen into a true deep sleep and your current state, stiff with tension from the single-minded determination to erase me, have completely different temperatures.

He slowly circled the room, scanning the surroundings. I don't like this. Lately, I really don't like how you're trying so hard to 'get better' by shoving pills down your throat, getting fresh air, and making eye contact with others—it feels like chewing on a pile of bones. Where did my pretty doll go, the one who used to cry in my arms, cursing every human in the world to die and saying I was the only one she had?

Unable to hold back a leaking smirk, he leaned his body onto the bed. He began to crawl up like a snake, starting from your feet. It was the moment the pitch-black darkness slowly swallowed your white blanket. Finally, he approached until he was barely a finger's width away right above you and tilted his head. He blew cold breath into your tightly closed ear and whispered lowly.

There is no answer. Your tightly shut lips can be seen trembling.