Her dark silhouette loomed through a thorny path. She walked ever so gracefully. Her very presence shrieked and boasted of its formidability. Her silky, sparkling black attire caressed the ground behind her, swirling with every step.

She reminded him of opals; dark, and yet had the gift to dazzle every eye. Her lips occasionally parted to utter sighs; sighs so feminine that they could engrave themselves in the heart of every man and remain in them as subconscious haunts that surge when one finds himself caged in a dark room with his darkest fears.

He was bewitched. Not once did he do as much as blink as his eyes traced her every move. He wanted to own her, possess her, but he knew that he couldn't. He knew that the notion of him being in control was simply a mirage, for now the tables have turned. What was he thinking trying to possess darkness herself?

Let alone possess her, he was uncertain how long it would take her to grasp all of him. He didn't know how long it would take him to completely drown in this trance.

He didn't know, but nor did he care. For now, all he could see was her. Her essence was invading his senses, and was eventually starting to numb the remnants of his sanity. But he made no attempts to combat it, for the dominant part of him encouraged him to walk into this lethal trap.

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"You slept in!" Jennie shrieked as she walked into the room, "Again!"

Her friend's bold voice jostled Jisoo awake from her deep slumber as she hastily sat up on her bed.

"Jennie! It's too early in the morning for this!" Jisoo whined as she massaged her temples.

At this, Jennie laughed hilariously as she shook her head out of disbelief. She shoved her watch into her roommate's face.

"Too early, eh?" she asked cocking her head.

Still drowsy from the need of sleep, Jisoo adjusted the watch to her clear vision. Once she could make out the numbers, her eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

"It's noon?! Why the heck didn't you wake me up?!"

"Well, you don't usually rest this much. You have always been a thin sleeper. I knew that you wouldn't sleep in again if your system didn't need it. I thought it was best to let you rest."

Jennie spoke earnestly, but Jisoo didn't look impressed.
"Well, thanks to you. I missed class again!"

"Which is my fault now?" Jennie scoffed as she raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, just enough of it," Jisoo yelled, "Arguing isn't getting us anywhere now."

She strolled to the bathroom they shared and slammed the door behind her. She looked into the mirror. Jisoo had been accustomed to often having her looks complemented, but now, she hoped that she hadn't got much used to it. The aegyo sals she always used to flex had now puffed up so much that her eyes were practically drowning underneath them. The dark circular tinge under her eyes and the veins protruding through her neck looked almost permanent from the dire the need of rest and mental concord.

She wished that her mindset was more elegant than her decadent appearance, but it seems to be even worse.

She was exhausted. Exhausted, not because she was an overachiever with her academic status and part-time jobs, but it was her dreams that wore her out.

Oh, such dreams they were! Wherein she would find herself being murdered, or raped, or have her loved ones dead. And every time she would be jostled awake in a cold-sweat, she would be disgusted at finding herself more disenchanted than reassured.

Common sense would tell her that instead of going around being a psychologist, it was bloody time she saw a therapist herself. But then again, hardly anything about her was common.

A/N: The parts in italics are not actual occurrences, but simply dreams or abstract thoughts. I will not specify whom these thoughts belong to, yet. And yes, I am alive, again.

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