Scattered in the silence of the room, Renae sat on her bed with the excitement in every heartbeat, the nerves pricking in her hands and the urge to finally see her face to face was in every breath.
The three with eleven minutes that marked the clock ceased to be important, in his head only hovered the nervous thought of tomorrow, unable to sleep again, he got up from bed put on a black sweater and walked to the living room.
He sat in front of the desktop computer he had bought a few months ago, turned it on and started writing.
On days when it was impossible to go back to sleep, instead of staying in bed, he would write anything down, just to stay calm and distract from the possible nightmares that would surround his dreams when he would finally be able to sleep.
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Ji Syaoran wok
