Crazy Baby's
White Space Dwellers

I felt something clench tightly to my body. It was warm but also painful and when I woke up from the dream it was only white left—

Where'sme?

Who me?

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What day is this? Where'sisthis? How did I end up here? A question I'm tired of asking.

There was no one other than the accompanying white, my body wrapped in a thin, laceless dress with room-like colors. I looked around there was no way out; doors, windows or furniture. Hunger and other worldly passions do not affect me, who am I? Or exactly what am I?

Whether broad or narrow, the distance, height, and width of this room cannot be estimated. How much I want to run from here I will still end up here; like walking in place. My efforts were in vain.

Tens of hours or days, it could be months and years I just stared at the void with no answer until I forgot who I was.

Then suddenly at one time an object appeared, the shape of a cube with an antenna on top of it and small legs that become the support of the object. I approached, the bubble screen lit up; in a bead silence I watched an eye-catching story.

"Davians?"

I've been through centuries and that's the first word I've ever mentioned. My hands were raised, my eyes fixed on—every replay of that man's senseless but sweet story.

I'm envious.

Very envious.

I—

"Want out of here."

Cowering in a white room, hoping all this void washes my brain clean. But unfortunately the awkward feeling like stuck in the heart, again the same question reappears.

"Who am I?"

"How did I end up here?"

I fear.

Afraid of this solitude—Davian?

Save me.

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Yoke!

Yoke!

Yoke!

I knocked on the convex glass in front of me, the reflection of the light in the retina of my eye. Davian's voice filled the eardrum, there's no aging here.

It's just—

I'm tired of watching, I want to go there. Where Davian is. She kissed, hugged, and made it mine. Haha.

But that's the truth.

Who me?

"Reva!"

DEG!!!!!!

My heart is beating hard. That name gave a strange sensation to my body, I looked up—back to watch the reruns that were farmed by Davian. The figure I didn't notice 'other coolers' became my point of interest.

Like getting a new spectacle, I went back to watching the story over and over again in silence until I got bored.

I see the end of the story is death. The next story is filled only with sadness, unrequited love.

How pity.

My poor Davian.

"He's in love with me."

BUGHOM!!

My tears are flowing. My little hand hit the convex screen hard, I want to go there. I want to go there!

I keep muttering. I remember who I am.

Me—REVA?!

"DAVIANS!!!!" litching me, calling out his name. The name of the man who loves me unilaterally. Your anger, traitors, and love are too late to reach me but—

"DAVIAN SAVE ME?!"

"I WASN'T DEAD AT THE TIME, I DIDN'T REALLY DISAPPEAR FROM YOU! SO HELP DAVIAN!!! I'M SCARED!!!!"

I fear.

"Hiks.. hyks..."

My legs are limp. The body wrapped in a thin, laceless dress was shed, I fell to the floor with my hands covering my entire face.

Trying to resist sobs and thousands of clear crystals.

Is this karma? Where is the error?

Why did all this end up like this?

I don't know, I don't understand.

Why do you love me Davian?

"This disabled woman does not deserve to be loved..."

Again I can only watch 'how much you suffer' while loving me. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I grieve; witness your sincerity.

I wish I could get out of here and atone for my sins by being with you.

But that sounds impossible.

Unless I know the cause of my death.

Time goes on, I can't even count it anymore. And now my eyes are only on you DAVIAN.

Should this be called love?

Or just boredom in life and then start choosing one goal because of fear?

By loving you I will not lose the meaning of my life.

About who you are and who I am.

Davians.

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Tring~

The sound of bells echoed through the room. Reva looked up, the woman who was always sitting right in front of the television with the screen on it began to turn her head, the figure of Gabriel standing back there.

Reva opened her lips and spoke.

"You're 50,000 years late? Or more? Haha.." with a bitter voice.

Gabriel spoke a thousand languages, a figure neither man nor woman extinguished the lantern. Everything turned dark, including Reva's vision.

"Sleep dear ku~" she whispered later. Reva who heard hissing, all this time he never fell asleep. The woman just watched the void gnaw her brain—break her soul.

Reva circled his gaze back and forth, looking in the darkness; looking for the figure named Gabriel but nil. There's only black. Blacker. BLACKER. BLACK IS LOVING AFTER WHITE!

"Why did you intervene in my death?!" shout Reva. His tone was desperate, involuntarily tears fell back. Tears that always flow for 1,000 years and can finally stop but instead flow back.

Haha, this is funny.

Very funny |

Silence answered Reva's question. The figure had already disappeared from there leaving Reva alone to return in the void.

"You.. lowly creatures!" hissing before sleeping.

It was the day that Reva understood why Josan had done this to her, and it was also the day of her death.

Over Davian's hand.

As Reva's body was wrapped in Davian's power, the man wanted to keep Reva but a bright powder like the sparkle of fairy wings appeared. Messing up Davian's strength and taking Reva right in front of him. His spear pierced through Reva's heart, destroying one life that belonged to that woman. Together with the cry of Davian—Reva witnessed a strange in it.

The body is dead but he is still there, watching everything in silence until he realizes that Gabriel is expecting death for him.

"Why do you want me dead?"

^^^"Because this is my plan..."^^^

"Then that fateful couple and the like, is it just your charade?"

^^^"Because I want to be with you..."^^^

"It doesn't make any sense!"

^^^"I failed many times."^^^

"Don't involve me?!"

^^^"BUT YOU'RE MY SON."^^^

^^^"Then the 'Will' separates us, I'm lonely."^^^

^^^"Thousands of years I tried, betrayed, ruined the world...but what?! I always see you being born in a different realm than me?!"^^^

^^^"I'M TORMENTED?!"^^^

"Am I this?"

^^^"You're my dear son, my son..."^^^

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