The size of Dyra's house is spacious, which only fills a few people, making him always feel lonely. Being an only child is the dream of most people, even though they always complain because they live alone.
During the sixteen years in this world, Dyra did not have many friends. This is because he does not easily get along with friends at school.
After school, the girl used to close her eyes for a while. Until he was carried away by the flow of dreams that took him to another world.
In his dream he has many friends even more than ten people give him glasses of various shapes. They opened their arms to each other, holding them tightly.
Dyra woke up again, breaking the dream that had stopped for a while. As soon as his gaze shifted to the bedside table, his eyes caught a pair of medium-sized sunglasses.
"Glasses?" Dyra grabbed it, occasionally flipping through the glasses.
"The glasses are black, if we wear it will our eyesight be the same as dark?" he asked quietly.
Due to his growing curiosity, Dyra tried to wear the glasses. However, his vision was not as expected. He saw no darkness, brightly exposed the faces of many people.
Some of them even gave Dyra a smile as sweet as sugar. His presence seemed to be welcomed.
"Hello," said a girl with long hair, which she let loose, greeted Dyra in a friendly manner.
"Hello too. I'm Dyra." The girl waved.
"Nice to meet you," said a pale-faced man holding out his hand, intending to get acquainted with Dyra. "I'm Leo."
Dyra's eyes stung as if there were grains of dust that had entered them. The girl opened her glasses for a moment, the people who had been in front of her eyes disappeared without leaving a trace.
His sharp eyes scanned every corner of the room, but no one was there to talk to him or smile.
After he felt his eyes getting better again, he put the glasses back on. Look at the faces of people who have just met him right in front of him.
Suddenly Dyra was surprised by the strangeness of the glasses he met. He continued to wear it just to see the condition he now saw.
"Did you guys disappear?" Dyra asked two people he had just met.
"We didn't disappear." They both shook their heads at the same time.
Not only did the two of them appear to exist, but there were many more that he saw that filled the space. They were jostling each other, Dyra almost fainted because he saw ants swarming.
"Where am I actually?" she asked finally.
"Dark world." The man beside him answered calmly.
Dyra's eyes widened, not understanding what the man meant. He glared at the two of them in turn.
The long-haired girl smiled, causing a loud giggling sound to turn the atmosphere into goosebumps.
"You are in the dark world, Dyra."
"W-what do you mean? The dark world how?"
The man and girl next to him laughed and laughed, Dyra grimaced to himself seeing his two new friends whom he had met for a while.
"Only people who have lost their bodies can enter the dark world." One of them explained, Dyra digested his words slowly.
The information he received was not satisfied. He wanted to continue to dig up everything about the dark world they spoke of.
"So... you guys are just spirits?" asked Dyra to confirm his guess.
The two looked at each other, but after a moment looked back at Dyra. They nodded firmly with sad faces. No more smiles like before.
"Why are you guys?"
"We both miss the world of light." The girl with the name Lita combed her long hair with her fingers.
Dara furrowed her brows in confusion. "Light world?"
"The world when we had bodies."
Dyra straightened those words, they really missed when he became a human. Now that they were separated from his body, only his spirit was playing and joking.
"Why are you guys here?" Dyra asked, examining the dark times of the two.
"I fell from a height, Dyra." Leo lowered his head deeply, there was a lot of sadness he was hiding.
"I was run over by a big truck carrying rocks," said Lita, her eyes starting to tear up. The girl repeatedly wiped the tears that started to fall.
Dyra's heart was touched upon hearing their tragic story. Can't imagine how the two of them went through all that.
"I left my family and loved ones behind. It wasn't easy for me to let go." Lita sobbed remembering her bittersweet story.
"I left all my family and my lover." Leo also spoke about himself.
Dyra is also sad to hear their sad story it's sad. What if the story was in his place, he would also leave his family he loves so much.
"Then how about your own story, Dyra?" Lita asked, her sobs starting to subside.
Dyra was confused herself when she got a question like that. Because he was different from the two, his spirit and body were still intact together. The dark world has not become his foothold, he is just a stop. No, rather she didn't know how she got there.
Through the sunglasses everything becomes visible. Several people who were in fact just spirits he glared at him, combing around observing their behavior.
"I haven't had a story like yours, Lita, Leo."
The two looked at each other, their brows furrowed in confusion. A smile Dyra threw at them.
"How can you not have a story, Dyra?" Leo asked.
Dara nodded slowly. "Because my body is still united with my spirit."
"How could that be, Dyra?"
"I don't know. I don't even understand now why I can see all of you."
His eyes again combed around, many people appeared in front of his eyes. Everyone from all walks of life was there. Not only young, old and even children gathered together.
Dyra now understands where he is and with whom he views. After he felt satisfied to understand the dark world he visited.
Now, it's time for Dyra to return to the real world. A place to live, gather with loved ones, continue the story that smells of romance and is beautifully created.
"Are you going back to your original world, Dyra?" Lita asked, both of them teary up maybe because they were moved.
"I'll be back, Lita, Leo. Because the dark world is not my place."
"You are now our friend, Dyra. I don't want you to just leave." Lita looked at Dyra with a pitiful face.
"You are my friends, but our worlds are different, our worlds are not the same, and we shouldn't be together forever." She pursed her lips up into a smile.
He also felt sad because he had to part with his two friends in another world. However, they couldn't stay together.
She closed her eyes, at the same time tears fell. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The real world of life again appeared in front of him.
"What's the gossip today?" The arrival of a stocky woman joined the gathering carrying potato chips."Prince Nelo lost Princess Metallica.""Is that true?" The woman's eyes widened completely. He squeezed his two friends, sitting his ass between them."Yes. I don't know. Where to look for Princess Metallica," answered the woman with shoulder length hair.Dyra turned around looking for information, what exactly happened to the hot news of losing Princess Metallica.The girl's steps stopped, right in front of the door to the room she believed belonged to Princess Metallica. Dyra went into it looking for something he wanted to know, but I don't know what it was.His urge to enter into there because he heard the sound of sobs that sounded pitiful. The girl looked around for the source of the sound that was caught by both ears clearly.A man buried his face on the bed. Crying for the girl who is now lying helpless there.His face was as pale as a corpse left to sleep. Her body was wrapped
The twinkling stars adorn the canvas in the dim night, giving its own charm to anyone who sees it.The bedroom window was deliberately opened to let the cold wind enter the room. Until his aura pierced the deepest cavity, Dyra shivered with cold. Finally the girl closed it again and decided to immediately achieve the dream."Huft ... why is it so hard to sleep," said Dyra with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes several times because he was tired, but he didn't close them.With difficulty the girl closed her eyes again, but her eyelids opened wide again. He stared at the ceiling of the room, which was lit only by dim lights."Hey, Dara!"Someone's scream made him force his eyes to close. He felt another aura nearby. His hands moved quickly to pull the blanket up to his chest."Dyra! Let's play!"The voice was very clear in both ears. He didn't know who greeted him on such nights, his fear gripped him even more.Dyra's neck was cold as if someone was trying to blow it or touch it. Who's he? Wha
"You're the one who took the gem ring right?" asked Queen Magdalene, she had a bad feeling about her new lady-in-waiting.Dyra had explained it many times that he wasn't the culprit. He had never even seen a ring like the Queen spoke."Just confess!" he snapped, throwing the jewelry box in any direction. Dyra picked it up patiently, he couldn't fight the Queen."I didn't do it.""Who is it, then?" he asked. His search effort was just a waste of time. Because the gem ring was not found, even though the entire wardrobe had been taken out.The Queen's belongings were reorganized by Dyra, storing them where they were before. The girl could not understand why she could be strayed into such a kingdom.Even her being there served as the Queen's overbearing lady-in-waiting. His demeanor is like a messenger of god who carelessly gives orders. Never allow a little time just to sleep or lay down on the bed.It's a tiring activity, Dyra can't if he has to do a job like that. On his wrist it shows
"Our story is over!" Hearing the word 'over' made Dyra's heart touched. Her tears kept falling down her face. Sheets of tissue flew like dry leaves in the gentle breeze. The girl couldn't help but burst into tears. "Why did he have to say that!" shrieked Dira. "I don't want to be separated from you." The female voice of the cast in the Korean drama she was watching avoided her lover's words. Dyra's eyes widened even more, waiting for the man's answer to continue. However, the soundtrack of the song in the drama echoed indicating that the drama was continuing. "Huft ... why continue anyway." Because the drama he is watching is the latest drakor, so the story is played on going. Even if he looked for it on youtube, he would not find the sequel. The effect after watching the drama affects his mind which continues to focus on the next story. He couldn't wait to see it again soon. Her eyes were puffy from the tears that kept falling. Not long, his eyelids closed as sleepiness accom
"Father's nutmeg is bald." Dyra made fun of his father who was still faithfully stroking his bald head. "It's a joke, kid," said his father, looking at his daughter sarcastically until Dyra burst out laughing. "Not kidding, Dad. Dyra is telling the truth." "You are so sinful." Her mother's fist landed smoothly right on Dyra's forehead. The girl groaned in pain, even though her mother's gesture only gently used affection. Her name is also Dyra, she is always good at drama. "Halih, ma'am. Already, Dyra is going to sleep." His eyes began to close, leading him to the gate of a dream. He drifted into the vast island until he was pulled over in an unknown area. Dyra looked around not knowing where to go. The place he had just stepped on led himself to the edge of the ocean. No. He was actually not in the vast ocean as imagined. In fact, Dyra was trapped in a glass filled with clear water. "Where am I?" he asked, his eyes combing around. Around him a glass insulated him so he didn'
"Where's my money? How come it's not there?" Dyra shouted as soon as he opened his wallet from his drawer it disappeared. He really needed the money to pay for his schooling. His father gave the money a week ago, but Dyra has not had time to pay it off to the school. He re-opened the drawer, looking for it again and again. However, the existence of the money is not visible in plain sight. Then, where did Dyra's money go? How is it possible for his own money to go into someone else's wallet? That's pretty much impossible, right? Dyra frantically searched for the money, but to no avail, the money he had saved disappeared to nowhere. The girl sat alone in the corner of the closet, contemplating every last incident. He doesn't remember anything, because his school activities have taken up a lot of his time. He didn't have much chance to see where his money was every second. However, losing the money made him regret. Why didn't Dyra take the time to peek at his wallet for a while? Dy
A knock on the door disturbed Dyra's still awake composure. Every now and then he rubbed his eyes until he finally inched up from his sleep. He glanced at the clock on the wall which said it was 24:00. His dream had to be cut short just by the sound of a loud knock on his bedroom doo His brow furrowed in confusion, who came in the middle of the night to meet him? Curious, the girl was about to move closer to the door that was still close Knock! Knoc His voice became clearer, Dyra slowly turned the doorknob. As soon as he opened it no one was there. Only the breeze gently brushed his fac His head glanced left and right, his eyes combing sharply around. There was no one, he was about to close the door again but his urge was too weak. The door knob seemed to be pulled tightl His hand struggled to pull the doorknob again, until it closed tightly with a loud soun He tried to fall back asleep, but his eyes refused to close until finally Dyra decided to sit himself on the side of the b
Broken hearts are indeed difficult to heal, if only there was a cure, no matter how big the wound was felt, it would heal quickly. There is no panacea that can treat it in a short period of time. Dyra was experiencing this, locked himself in his room because he had just released someone he loved so much. The man she loved so much had taken another girl. How not to be hurt? "Hot! This heart is so hot." She stroked his chest softly. Jealousy of the man's love story made him want to disappear from the world. "Why do I still think about him?" she screamed. The girl was almost frustrated because the name of her figure was still engraved in her heart. "What's wrong with you?" She looked around looking for the source of the sound. A peacock sat in the corner of the cupboard. Suddenly the curly-haired girl jumped because the presence of the animal startled her. Her beautiful fur is green mixed with yellow and there is also a polka dot pattern that beautifies her figure. "Peacock?" Dar