imaginary boy friend

Imaginary Boyfriend Author: Ojasvi Chapter 1 – The Night of the Blood Moon It was a quiet morning when I woke up and saw a soft toy placed neatly on my study table. I didn’t buy it, and neither did my parents. I had no idea where it came from, but it looked so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. When I touched it, it felt strangely warm—almost alive. I brushed the thought aside, got ready for school, and left, not thinking much about it. That night, after finishing my homework, I returned to my room. The toy was still sitting there, staring at me with those same glassy eyes. I smiled, thinking how odd it was. I began studying again, and before I knew it, the clock struck twelve. Suddenly, the door locked on its own, and the lights went out. My heart raced. I stood up, trying to calm myself, and reached for the switch. As soon as I touched it, someone’s hand gently held mine. “Please don’t be scared,” a voice whispered. I froze. Slowly, I turned on the light—and there he was. A very handsome teenage boy stood right in front of me. My voice trembled as I screamed, “Awaaaaaa!” He just smiled softly. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping back. He chuckled. “I’m your cookie. The one you write about every night in your diary—your imaginary boyfriend.” My eyes widened. “What? That can’t be true!” He looked into my eyes and said gently, “Yes, baby girl.” “Stop calling me that!” I said, flustered. “I don’t even know you.” “But you do,” he replied. “Every word you wrote during the night of the blood moon came true. The wishes you made brought me here.” I shook my head in disbelief. “No, this is impossible! If my mother sees you, she’ll think I’m crazy. Please, you have to leave.” He smiled again, his voice calm and low. “Don’t worry. No one can see me except you.” I stood frozen. “Really? No one can see you?” He nodded. “Yes, baby girl.” Before I could say another word, he stepped closer, wrapped his arm around my waist, and whispered, “Follow for the next chapter…” Chapter 2 – The Diary 🎀 It felt like a continuation of the last scene… He pulled me into a gentle embrace, his voice soft and filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear. I blinked in confusion. “What… what are you talking about?” He smiled faintly, as if he already knew the answer. “I know everything… everything you wrote in your diary.” My heartbeat quickened. “Yes,” I whispered, “everything.” He nodded, his eyes calm and assuring. “Then stop worrying. I’m here now—to solve all your problems.” I hesitated for a moment before replying softly, “Okay.” There was a pause, and then he asked again, “Is what you wrote in your diary… true?” “Yes,” I said, lowering my eyes. “But please… don’t ask me anything more about it.” He chuckled lightly. “Okay, baby girl.” His words wrapped around me like a lullaby. “It’s very late,” he murmured. “You should go to sleep.” He tucked me into bed, brushed a strand of hair from my face, and whispered goodnight before leaving the room. When the door closed behind him, silence filled the air. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning. Who was he? Where did he come from? And how did he know about my diary? Restless, I sat up and started searching for it. My diary—my secret world. But it was gone. I looked everywhere—in drawers, under the pillow, even inside my school bag—but it wasn’t there. Yet I clearly remembered keeping it inside that bag. Panic settled in my chest. The night grew darker, the silence heavier. A strange fear crawled through me. To calm myself, I played BTS songs on my phone, letting their voices fill the emptiness. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into sleep—still wondering if everything that happened… was just a dream.