The minute he felt that fragile hand holding his hand, he felt he is doomed. He was so numb to even move his hand. His body was shivering. It's fear. It's that emotion he never used to feel. Now it was covering his whole being.

He gathered some courage and tried to look back. He had to move that hand from his anyhow. That's all just he was thinking about since then. He could see the stiff body of that girl not anymore banging on the desk.

His breathes became unsteady when he saw her moving. She was moving her neck towards him. He don't want to see her face but couldn't also take of his eyes then.

Slowly and steadily, she moved her head towards him and-

He woke up from that nightmare. It was a terrible nightmare again. He found himself drooling over the diary he found. He sat straight even with that hitched breathe. He looked here and there. He found none.

"Why the heck I am seeing this nightmare again and again. What's with this ?"

He hissed. He thought to get out from here as soon as possible. He closed the diary and at that moment he noticed the pages are getting blood stains as he is touching there.

With a frown, he tried to figure out why it is happening and his eyes got wide twice when he saw his hand covered with blood. Even he had some finger marks imprinted on his wrist.

"T-That means i-it was r-real?"

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Dark circles encircled around eyes, blood red eyes , trembling fingers along with the pencil he is being holding along scribbling down on the piece of paper.

It's been whole 6 days, he is feeling himself like a maniac. He is continuously hearing that melodious music which turns into a horrible cry of that girl and which brings him miserable nightmares.

After coming back from that library, a different kind of change he is noticing in himself. Not only behaving like a lunatic but also urging for something deeply.

He could feel his desires flourish. Flourishing right through his ownself. The desire to see his long lost love. Long lost admired person. He didn't knew that someone named Luna will be this close to him, he never let someone invades his personal space. Yet he had someone whom he wanted to accept for himself , for his whole being.

That astonished him. Both in a surprising and in a shocking way. Who it was and where she is now? These two questions have been occupying his mind since that day.

He looked closely into his sketches. Those eyes, he is being sketching the whole day long, seems like alive. A weird sense hits him suddenly when he kept gazing at them.

He is been sketching this girl from a long ago for an unknown reason. And he even resisted himself from sketching anymore but he couldn't suppress the urge now. He is being weirdly intoxicated to draw her, and which his instinct is saying that it is related to Luna.

His eyes widened at his own thought. He is being sketching eyes on some paper, again nose, lips on others. He is being scribbling his pencil along with his heart and mind without even knowing what he is doing.

It's almost 10 at night. He is scared. He is scared to hear that melodious music again, scared to hear that girl's loud bangs and horrible cries. He is afraid of witnessing such bloody floor. That's being triggering to him.

Somehow it felt like a melodious serenade, more like a lullaby to fell him tight asleep but soon the nightmare comes leading and took his all peace. He is trying not to focus on such thing, he is being more into diverting his mind to any possible thing else.

He took a scotch tape along with that he collected the scattered papers everywhere. He selected the each part and started to join them one by one.

He made those eyes connected, it was deep, looked alive, gazing right through his soul. He joined the nose and the lips. Suddenly a green flashy sparking ray of light came above the papers, which made a little whirlpool there.

He was beyond surprised. He didn't cast any spell nor it is something which is supposed to happen at this hour. He could hear his heart rush, he tried to get up from his chair to step aback. He halted and tripped, somehow managed himself not to fall.

After some moments that light faded. And the result made him awestruck. That weirdly unknown spell from somewhere made the whole sketch in one and painted it, which made it feel like more lively.

He was running out of breath, visions were becoming blurry. The same serenade muffled in his ears. He covered his ears not to fall asleep with that tune.

But all of a sudden a stinging pain in heart caused his breathes hitched. He clenched his hands near the heart area. It's tormenting, he was not able to tolerate that pain.

Slowly, he reside himself to dark kingdom. He was afraid to sleep, he was afraid to dream. But it was written on his fate which cannot be denied.

A/n: I know guys you all are so upset with me, you guys have the complete right to be. I am sorry I keep breaking promise and do not update :((
I am really sorry