Now you tell me.

"I'm sorry," he tells me. That's the only thing that he says. Come on, I thought he would have something much longer to tell me, like how I really need a psychiatrist because I think that the guy in my dream is real.

But he doesn't know anything about that, because I never said anything.

"The reason," he continues finally, "for your dreams."

Oh, then he stops talking again.

"You know, I don't have much time to see you standing there, saying nothing, trying to tell me something that is not related to me at all."

"I know why you dream... why you see him. Why you know that he isn't just another dream," Ryo says.

If I wasn't feeling so cynical I guess I would have fallen down, or fainted. But this is no time for fainting. This is the time to know who the hell is this new neighbour of mine. (And the time to really get back to my studies. My O-levels are inching closer by the minute. Not very comforting at all.)

"Yeah, so you know everything," I tell him, "So what's with the psychiatrist thing? If you say you knew, then I should have been spared."

I was tempted to mutter 'Idiot' under my breath. Oh, so very tempted.