Rachelle, or rather her look-alike, has not been home the past few days. Thus, I don't know yet whether it's her who lives next door to me.

Whether what I saw was real. Or, whether I cannot distinguish daydreams from brutal reality anymore. Whether I can lay eyes on Rachelle again. Or, whether she's truly past.

All I can do, is wait. And I will. I'm going to have two entire weeks to find out for myself as my room mate is away for civil defense. Nobody will tell me that I'm crazy and to 'cut the crap.' It's going to be two weeks of finding out about my mental health, too. Even though imagination is human, I guess.

Please, keep your fingers crossed for me.