The Angel Of Death

You're Not My Type

Luna knew she was dreaming. He was back in the same nightmare. For months the nightmare followed. As he ran down the stairs as if fleeing from death.

In the dream, he was in a building like a hospital, then he met someone who then somehow the story is he fell, he fell, not long after he had been taken across space and time arrived at a cute kingdom, after he saw the palace of the OcalypsoDream, it was the same place as the one in his dreams.

Though he was sure that he had never come to that place before, but it felt very familiar and clearly he also had a dream to see someone who was cowering in fear in a room. It seemed that the girl was locked up, but she could not see clearly the girl's face as she always looked down and cried.

However hard he tried to control his dream he never survived. Always the shadow appeared, squeezing his heart as if it was tight to breathe.

This time the dream came back. He woke up trembling with a pale face with droplets of sweat pouring down his face.

A moment later, Lyn sat at the end of the bed watching him. Luna turned her eyes towards him. Even though she was still sleepy and confused, Lyn's good looks were like someone in her dream.

Even more seeing Lyn's face, Luna was more convinced that the man had been present in some of her dreams, clinging to her memory, either the shape of her face or the stoutness of her body.

"Why do I realize this now?" her inner Luna still continued to observe Lyn's face without blinking. In her mind Luna thought about what was the difference between the man in her dream and also Lyn who was in her current world.

After waking up from a nightmare about one handsome man, then when he woke up he found another one nearby as if his nerves were required to bear all of it.

Although he did not remember how to get to this country, his other memories seemed to remain normal. He still remembers that he used to work in a big garment in his town and he was a famous aspiring designer before he met Albert, then to escape and to survive she works in a small boutique.

"You were screaming," said Lyn telling him in a melodious voice that she herself was wondering why she had such a soft side when faced with Luna.

Luna rolled her eyeballs. Couldn't this man do anything else but sigh melodiously every time he opened his mouth? That voice can turn a good girl into a bad one just by hearing that voice.

"Go!" muttered Luna wanted to rule over her. Always like that every waking from his nightmares, his body will feel so weak and he needs his own time to just prepare mentally and nourish his mind.

"Are you okay?" asked Lyn who again sounded so worried about her. If his men had heard how to speak to a woman like this they would have made fun of him.

The thought of him who had bent his knees in front of Luna made him upset because he thought, all this time he had become a man who had a hard character and was not tempted by any woman, he said, even though he is now married to a girl who seems to be the target of many Adam in this country.

"I'm fine, just having a nightmare" Luna replied still overshadowed by the fragments of the nightmare. A gentle Night Wind blew through the window and caressed her skin.

Jeez he just remembered when he remembered the skin that at this time part of his chest was exposed in front of the man. Immediately he pulled out a silk bed sheet to cover the front that was almost completely open.

A very small gown strap sagged from her shoulder, while her nightgown was pulled upwards, becoming a transparent collection of dress materials gathered around her waist that could barely cover her hips, she said, and that's if he doesn't move at all.

Soon the girl pulls on her dress, trying to tidy up without taking off the grip on the bed sheet, while her eyes still resent Lyn's seemingly hypnotic look with what she witnessed back then.

"Aluna, I know we both didn't start this marriage very well" Lyn said back in a soft voice.

"May I ask you to call me Luna? That better sounds," replied Luna who did not want to use the identity and name of others at least if dealing with Lyn.

The difference between the names Alunan and Luna was indeed not much so he did not feel suspicious and nodded in agreement.

"Alright Luna," replied the approaching Lyn, eroding the distance between them. "I mean, even though the beginning of our meeting was not good, I intend to fix it" continued Lyn.

"You can fix it by getting away from me right now. Go!" Luna gripped the bed sheet carefully, while one more hand shook, expelling Lyn who looked at her in awe. Luna did not do so out of hate or insecurity but she was afraid that closeness would change her thinking from hate to admiration for Lyn.

Maybe she only knew a few men in the real world but as far as she was concerned, none were as handsome as the man who was now in front of her and was actually lucky to be her own husband.

"Great hand." Lyn muttered, turned Luna's hand over and gently kissed the back of the girl's hand.

"You know, the first time I found out that I was betrothed to a crazy woman, I was so angry and I knew it was King Mark's way of making me mad. However, it turns out that now I just know that it's a gift, because it turns out I have a wife who is so perfect like you," he said without shame.

"Can you shut up! I'm not interested in hearing your compliments!" luna replied a little clumsy. "Listen to Lyn, Lion or whatever your name is, I'm not impressed with you at all. If we both have to live with one roof, we have to straighten things out first. First," Luna immediately raised her finger as she continued her sentence.

"I don't like you and I hope you get used to it. Second, I don't want to marry you but I have no other choice and I'm sure you're just like you."

"You want another man?" urged Lyn with a tone turned into a snarl of dislike.

"Three," said Luna continued her sentence without answering the refutation question from Lyn earlier. "For me your manly way of looking and trying to look charming is unattractive. I'm sorry you're not my type!"

Nothing destroys a man's self-esteem the most when the person he likes humiliates him to the bottom of the earth.