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You were compelled to remember the last thing you wish you did. It was a scar that guaranteed to be engraved on your skin, past flesh and old broken vessels, screaming to switch your gaze and look at them: Possessive and jealous you’d waste your time on reading books, leaning against the backseat of the Incredibly comfortable wooden chair, pretending to be doing nothing when perhaps the smell of pages had marked already that fabricated over feathers they couldn’t be. Memory was such disdainful it.

His fingers tightened around the book, knuckles now pale and white. Confusion glinted in his dark brown orbs that stare upon the vampire. He had never told anyone in the academy about his past relationship. He didn't even speak of her at home, to his father or anyone who he considered a close friend which were a few. Seungho might have heard him whisper the woman's name once or twice when he had awoken from his recurrent nightmares but even then his roommate didn't know who she was or the story behind the name. 

Perhaps the vampire had gotten a hold of his notebook which angered him and he was suddenly overtaken by a sense of intrusion, uncomfortableness. He left his notebook in the drawer beside his bed and there was no way the vampire would be able to open the drawer without the key which he carried around in chain of his jeans. He could have easily opened the drawer, pulled the drawer out of his screws but he would have noticed. But he couldn't come up with a reason as to why the vampire would want to read through his notebook. He and the vampire weren't in bad terms. In fact, they had only spoken once before and it had been a civil conversation. He absolutely not caring for the other's presence and the vampire trying to continue a conversation with the hunter that had been concluded  the second he sat down in the seat beside him in the  theater. 

Then it occur to him that there were vampires and other creatures that could read minds. He had never crossed paths with one and the idea of someone being able to read minds wasn't too hard to believe. His grandmother had claimed to be able to read people's futures but he knew his grandmother was pulling everyone's legs. He wondered how strong the vampire's power was. He thought about her less now. She was a fleeting thought that came and went in the late hours of the night. He had slowly pushed her back into his subconscious. But the vampire knew about her.. Was he trying to figure out his weaknesses? For what cause?