Prologue

The night's silence and on its deep darkness. The streets are empty and the houses are dim. You can hear the blazing cold wind outside, the sound of insects, the night frogs and the dogs howling from afar.

Everyone are on their bedrooms, sleeping—most of them.

Some are still awake. Enjoying the night until sun shows up. It's intentional. Part of the teenage life as what they said.

Some are working overtime for school. Some are having their late snacks and some are watching their favorite show, completely ignoring the need to sleep.

Well, apparently, their are those who are unfortunate to put themselves to sleep.

His name's West. West Grunge.

West's staring blankly at the blue ceiling of his bedroom, frustrated and helpless. The dark bags under his eyes are visible. His pale skin that doesn't really appear unhealthy if you won't look thoroughly. His wavy brown hair that's covering his deep blue eyes—he's no doubt a foreigner. Those are the features of someone who have troubles sleeping.

Groaning, West got up from his bed and irritatingly tousled his hair. He walked towards his mini refrigerator to grab a box of milk drink. Putting a straw in it, West sat on the thin wall of his small apartment, enjoying the taste of his favorite milk drink.

There are boxes of milk drink on his trashbin, waiting for him to be thrown outside as it was already full that some are already on the floor, looking dirty. Let's face the truth, West belongs to those men who are careless about the tidiness of their rooms.

Despite living alone, West doesn't really have time cleaning his small apartment. He's too tired to do that kind of thing or more likely it is not his kind of thing. He'd rather get to the point of feeling unpleasant to his own room before cleaning it than cleaning it everyday. It's organized chaos as how he put it.

"Fuck," West whispered. The box of milk drink's squeezed to its emptiness before he tossed it on the trashbin, unfortunately landing on the floor rather inside the bin. He frustratingly rub his palms on his face up to his hair. West leaned the back of his head on the wall slightly looking up. His Adam's apple are showing up, his chiselled like jaw are looking attractive and his proud nose that's one of his assets added to the gorgeousness of his being. All of it are useless to the dilemma that he's facing every night.

I just want some beauty rest...

He remained on his position. He's feeling tired but he can't make himself sleep. He'll just end up flinching and waking up every now and then when he's already near on actually resting. And it's more tiresome for him.

West let out a deep sigh and swallowed a hard lump on his throat. He's relaxing himself while listening to his environment.

It wasn't long enough when he heard footsteps behind the wall,followed by a screeching sound then a thud just behind him. West's eyebrows knitted but refused to open his eyes. His ears are alert to hear the other side.

The wall of his apartment is really thin that you can hear the unnecessary, irritatingly and unearthly sounds his neighbours made. He got used to it but this is the first time to hear this kind of sound from the room beside him. The old tenant's pretty quiet and gentle so probably he thought that it's from the new tenant.

What's he doing? West thought.

He was surprised when he heard a strumming sound. It was near and clear that means that whoever did that sound was just behind him, leaning on the wall just like what he's doing, oblivious that someone's on the other side.

Later on, West's eyes opened when he heard a cold yet soft and soothing singing voice of a man.

He was flustered of how good in singing the person was. He stayed silent and listened to the song. Every words, the sound, the melody, West finds it pleasant and...relaxing.

Is it even possible? How can this make his heart fluttered?

The song continued and West found himself calming and more relaxed despite of the position he's currently into. It wasn't long when his eyes shut close, he felt like he's being rocked and swayed to sleep.

Something on that song, something on that voice made him fall asleep during nighttime.

And he'll do anything to experience it once again. Or more.