“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.
"I'm the one who's terrified the most when you found out about me," he whispers then hug me.
I wasn't able to reply because I'm too sleepy and just snuggle to hug him. I want to assure him that whatever he's about to tell me won't change anything after all because I, myself was terrified that he'll change after hearing about my past. I have done something horrible so if ever he did something in the past then we are just even.
When I woke up, Master wasn't beside me. "Oh, mommy awake." I heard him say. He walks toward the bed and put Ira down on the bed beside me.
"You favored Ira the most, aren't you?" I commented.
He chuckled. "Nope, she cried first today and I don't want Adeu to be bothered by her cry," he replied. "Look, I moved him here yet he's still asleep," he said pointing to the crib he moved inside our room. I smiled. "I think he had inherited something about her mother, to be a sleepyhead." He teased.