Imagine this: you're doing your own things on the bed while you just feel something watching you.

I mean come on, there has to be at least one person that has agreed with me on this right? You're just doing homework or watching videos on Yootube but then you have that gut instinct, that slight twitch of a acknowledgement that there's something there; watching you, staring at you... but when you look around, you find nothing worthy of noting.

Anyone sane person would find this uncomfortable, intolerable... but there was two in this world that wouldn't pay any mind to it. And in this strange duo of sorts, they met... and enjoyed each others' non-existent presence, unbeknownst to both of them; awareness wasn't something they would pay to such a calm and comfortable silence.

It was an hour to midnight, while the duo of opposite genders rested under the twilight shine. A girl, sitting on a chair attending to her paperwork while the other, a boy, rested snugly against the cool wall peeking out of a small little hole to see her unbreakable smile. Now, the girl whose name was Liz, wrote unconscious words of thoughts unto her dairy. 

She knew, oh yes she does; there was something... someone in the room with her. She had known this since she felt the presence of a sentient being. Although she must admit, while living under the immature mind of a child, she had had a reckless ambition to find and know what that feeling pointed to.

Her parents were beyond concerned; their little girl, talking to the walls? She didn't mind being called insane, nor did she care about the endless void she had... for it was enough that there was someone there for her; watching over her with a kind and careful gaze.

Every night, she'd close her eyes, silently hoping that he or she would reveal themselves... whether it be a ghost, a vampire or even the devil himself. She'd go to sleep under her covers with bags under her eyes... waiting... waiting...waiting...

But she knew now, that the feeling she once had was nothing more than an 'imaginary friend' and nothing more. But deep down, through all the home schooling and minimal social interaction, she hoped that she was wrong.

She'd spent the day at home, getting taught by her parents and cooking subpar meals. Nothing more of a repeat of what she had been doing since her birth; and she was sad. Sad not in the context that she had no friends, but the feeling of being left out; tossed and given the love only god would give.

Spending her hours wasting away on writing stories online or watching movies on Netfix, she had longed for attention. Knowing that there was there in the shadows watching her, she felt strangely calm. If only the boy knew how she'd want to see him, to get a glance, to get a peek into what had kept her company in the dark.

The boy was no longer the ignorant child that he once was when his parents sill lived.  He would no longer heed her calls, no longer stay under her table... just out of sight to be with her. He had grown to young brilliant borrower adult, one that would be careful; to his unwilling intent.

 He missed the days where he could stay under the table for her, he missed that days where he could offer some warmth in her sleep... he missed being with her.  But he had seen what they have done, the parents that so-called looked after Liz in cold unrelenting quietness. 

He had never wondered, he had never guessed the cruelty of such human... he had never questioned her. But... what did it all matter? The humans he knew, from his days of running through the street to the relative safety of this house, they were all nothing but flesh with a mind for carnage and greed.

He just couldn't take any chances... he had to stay alive for his dad, for his mom... but why... why would he feel so torn between himself? He wished for a day for which he could meet her, to reveal himself and make a human friend. He wished that it was possible... if only he had been her size...

Looking away from the little peep-hole, he slumped down against the unforgiving wall once again. He took in a breath, hands rubbing against his head, and sighed out loud... maybe hoping that he would hear him instead of building up the courage, the bravery and the heart big enough to show himself... but she never did.

All he could ever do was peek at her, no matter how tempted his heart was. He will not be swayed by his emotions... but why? "Nothing matters in this life, so why not"  he thought calmly to himself, trying to reason with the hardships. The point was proven valid, and nothing could stop him...but he was scared. Scared of getting tricked, devoured by her dark side. He wondered to himself, "Is it worth it?".

He had weighed his options countless times, with time and time again he concludes: the risk was just to big, too much variations, indications and stagnation to have. If only she could find him... if only she could... peeking into the peephole once again, he looked once more at her calm but unreadable face and after giving out a loud sigh, he went to his bed... sad, collected and quiet.

But it was at this point, where she just felt it. She swore to herself to always trust herself, always and everyday. A gut instinct was pushing her on, telling her, screaming at her: "There's someone there!" She'd be lying to herself had she not been tempted to just call out, and find him.

She looked a clock on the table: it was an hour to midnight... she wasn't sleepy, nor hallucinating or dreaming. She didn't want to sound like a mentally challenged person, she didn't have to say it out and she definitely never had to do something so absurd and stupid... but she did it anyways, she peeked into the darkness and called it out..."I know you're there."

He froze, those words were the last things he expected to hear that night. At first, he thought he was hearing things out of sheer desperation but when the voice kept continuing, kept asking, kept begging... he was sure of it; it was her.

"Please... I-I know you're there! I've just had this feeling that you've been with me for so long!" Her voice was strained, hoarse and full of swelling tears. "I-I need to know if you exist... I just want to know if you're actually real!.. I-I.. I felt you during my time of need, I know you were the-there; silently hearing me, silently offering me consolement!"

"You've helped me through my darkest times! You've... you've been here this whole time looking after me when no one else did..."... her pleas unanswered and eyes watering, the silence continued to flow gently through the room; never broken... just as she thought so...

Burying her head in her hands, she cried... and cried... and cried some more. But little did she know, a little, tiny boy was right there with her; walking slowly towards her with his heart racing with adrenaline. 

He stopped a few fingers short of her arms and stopped to horrify himself... "What have I done...". He had walked right out in the open, all flail and wobbly. His body has moved on its' own accord, his brain was for once... left out of the question... and he was terrified.

Up close, Liz looked like she could quite easily squash him underfoot without even noticing. Various scenarios ran through his head, none of them peaceful and none of them good. But... it was too late to think about it now, he was just right there. He couldn't stop now, and he couldn't even turn back. Pasha had to face it, he had to face her.

Reaching out to touch hers, his arm was twitching and drooping from anticipation. But he steadied himself; if he was going to make a first and most probably a last dying impression, he wanted to look as supportive and happy as he could and so he reached out... touching her warm skin and stroking it with consoling waves.

He braced himself, closing his eyes as the sniffles quieted down to a dribble... and felt her eyes bore into him. Clenching his mouth, he waited... waited... and waited. And finally, he opened his eyes to look at a teary-eyed Liz.

"You're... you're real! You're  actually real! I'm not mental or anything you're here!" Shocked and dazed, he finally released his breath and stood confidently with joy. "I can't believe this!... you... you were the one?" Nodding his head, he replied subtlety.

"C-can you speak? You... you seem human too but... why are you so small?" Drawing in a fresh batch of air, he opened his mouth to speak... hoping that he wouldn't sound like a whimpering child. "I... yes I can speak. I'm Pasha, a borrower that lives in your walls." Her face was riddled in confusion.

"Wait, so you live... in... the walls?" She said as she gestured at the concrete hard 'walls'. "Y-yea... sounds crazy right?" Giving it some thought, she decided the technical questions were due for another day. "Never mind that then... we can talk about that in another time or day. I... I just want to thank you for everything you've done..."

"E-everything I've done? Liz, all I've been stealing your food, clothes and everything... I've been living off you. I've never given you a single thi-" ... Pashas' face was red with blush, and Liz would've never guessed that she'd be doing so... but here she was, hugging a little small young adult she'd technically just met.

"Even if you were, I never would've minded giving you a whole months' worth of things you need..." Her eyes awkwardly avoided his, while he was having a hard time gathering his wits and believing the fact that Liz had just held him, and hugged him. "You've been the candle in the dark, silently burning brightly for me. You've been the parent, silently giving me encouragement. You've been everything, everything and everything I've cared about in this life." Pasha, on the other hand, was flattered and ashamed.

"Look... I... I'm sorry about your childhood and everything. I just wished I had showed myself earlier, so I could help you in your times of need." Her eyes glowing radiantly, she gave a sign of patience and understanding. "You were being careful, and I can't blame you... I'd probably be somewhere cowering under a table if a giant was right out there looking for me."

"I know... I just... regret not showing myself earlier..." A soft, gentle sigh was heard; right before she stroked his head and adored the little man. "No... Pasha. Don't think of yourself in that way, you being here listening to me... it had filled me the will to live on. You were the reason that I am still here..." Pasha blushed once again, listening to the kind words he hadn't hear for his years alone.

"And you... are you alone in the walls?" The question hit his face like a brick! And suddenly he was on the verge of dropping some tears. Suddenly sad and sour, he looked away from the giantess. Quickly blinking and wiping his eyes, he forced himself not to cry; not in front of her..... but she understood.

Rubbing his back and offering words of apologies, she hugged him close. And finally, when both humans had dried their tears out; they chuckled... and chuckled some more before breaking out into a laugh.

They knew how horrendous and strange it was; laughing right after an emotional event. But to them, meeting each other was the best thing they've ever done. They went to sleep late that night, all filled and content. Liz offered her comfortable pillow for Pasha to sleep on, and he with extreme reluctance; slept close to her on the soft silky pillow, with her warm and comforting hand over him. Peeking out of her cupped hand, Pasha risked a glance at her to see her looking back. They laughed once again, smiling their way into a eventful nights' rest.

...Hi.

[24\4\2020]