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Zin's point of view.

Summer nights on the beach That summer night, the sky was so clear that it was no match for any beauty. The breeze kept the body cool, and the eyes expressed their adoration by staring at the sky without blinking. I thought she was stunning until I saw her in a white tank top, faded blue torn shorts, and white sneakers.A girl in her early twenties walked up to me and said, "Sorry." She tucked herself into my bed and buried her face in my chest. Her body was cold, and she smelled like cherry blossom. She clutched my t-shirt tightly, startled by the sound of two men conversing outside the window. She must be running away from them—without moving an inch, I spoke.

"They are gone now." She moves away from me.

"Thank you," she spoke in a low voice, fearing they could hear her from a distance. 

With every step she took away from me, my heart started to yell at me to bring her back and never let go of the warmth behind her cold body.She let herself out, and the beauty of the shooting star ended in a few seconds, and what was left was an unpleasant feeling of loneliness.

I took a deep breath and looked at the open roof filled with stars. All I could think about was her perfectly defined body curves, which stood out against the white wall paint, the way she walked towards me with her thin thighs and peach-shaped ass, and her long hair blowing in the breeze. And the way she wrapped her arms around my warm body, gave me a tingling sensation wherever our skin touched, and her glossy lips gleamed in the moonlight. 
The thoughts kept me awake, as did the realization that I had never felt such complete surrender to her beauty; if this lust is on a completely different level than what I usually feel, 
I can't rule out the possibility of love at first sight, but it's too sexually stimulating to call it that. I'm already having difficulty remembering her; this is unusual for me because I don't get hard so easily. I don't have a problem; I just need a head start.

 I jerked off thinking about her, and that made me sleepy.
 Finally, I can go to bed. I hugged my pillow and went to sleep. After a few minutes, someone started to bang on my door. I was dizzy and opened my door without giving it much thought. The girl from before was standing in front of the door. Ah, I must be dreaming; let's sleep. I went back to my bed and rolled up with the blanket. 
The girl entered, shut the door, and sat down next to me without a blanket. I ignored the fact that it was a dream, and it was still disturbing to look at her without covering her in that cold. 
"I don't have an extra blanket; share this if you are cold." I stretched out the blanket so that she could use it. Stupid dream I kept mumbling over and over until I heard loud banging on the door—it was different from before. 

"It's them; you can send them away like before," she asked me with teary eyes. I was out of words and walked towards the door and asked,"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"Sir, we are looking for a drunk person. Did they come to your room?" the voice of a man.

"No, look at the time. People are sleeping." I shouted but heard no response. Ah, I must be going crazy because I saw no one in the room.