My Unconventional Lover: Seeing A Different World Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Hello, Love (8)

I woke up with tears running down my face. I feel my chest like it was tied up tightly that it made hard to breath. I cried in my sleep. I didn’t know why I could feel as sad as I felt now. I wiped my tears. It had stopped falling, but my chest still felt hurt. I was full of sadness now.

At seven fifty in the morning, I got up, forcing myself to get ready to go to campus. I was still bearing the pain in my chest, but I tried hard to stand up and prepare myself to go to campus. Senior Rizal ca to pick up at nine sharp, just like as he promised . The pain in my chest lightened up a bit, but still, I felt sothing was off.

What was it? Sothing was wrong with . I went through my day feeling like there was a hole inside . No matter how many tis Senior Rizal asked , I always told him that I was alright. No matter how many tis he kissed , I would always feel there’s sothing wrong. I tried hard not to show this pain to anyone, to lie to everyone, but even in the middle of crowd, I could still feel this pain. There was really sothing wrong with . What was it?

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Author’s note:

I’m using this space because next chapter will have different titles. Might as well write so hints about the previous version and the reason why I stopped writing them, right?

So, I am not going to talk much about this character because I still feel a bit traumatic after being haunted for almost two weeks, ssing up my sleeping schedule, as well as making afraid to sleep. I can only say that this character, this female ghost, is the kind of evil ghost. I planned to create a fight between Tom and this female ghost, introducing another ghost, making Female Lead had a bunch of ghost following her. Instead of creating a whole group of poke-ghost, I ended up being haunted. (-.-lll)

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They ca in my dreams every night. Sotis, they would chase down in any kind of place. What’s worse was I perfectly realized that I was dreaming. Sotis, they would appear in my room, watching from every corner of my dorm room. Their scary faces really scared !

Then, as if scaring in my dream was not enough, I kept feeling weird chilling aura in my room, and hearing so strange noises at night.

Call paranoid, but that’s what I experienced. After seeing them in my dream for almost two weeks, I gave up. I thought, maybe they didn’t like it when I wrote about them. So, I decided to stop, tore down the page, and threw it away. I even said sothing like, “There! I stopped! Stop bothering !”

I know for so people it sounds ridiculous, but that’s what happened to . After that, I stopped seeing them in my dream, stopped feeling chilling atmosphere inside my dorm room, and stopped hearing suspicious noises at midnight. I also stopped writing this story for months.