I walked out from my room and also happens that Cyrill just came out from his room too. I met his eyes, I remember my dream last night. Those preying eyes are very different from him.
He is very innocent I cant compare and find a trace of him to the one I dreamed last night. It is like comparing a chicken and a wolf.
As I continue to recall him in my dream I reached the part where the scene started to get hot. I cant help but shake my head to remove that images in my mind.
No matter how much effort I made it doesn’t seems to work. It is like a broken tape recorder that plays the same thing over and over again.
My face is so red in embarrassment. Specially seeing Cyrill with the eye and seeing him in my mind. Their images overlaps but only their eyes were different.
Also about what Cyr
