JONEA
"What do you do there?"
Owen screamed so loudly I almost fell. I held on to the window sill very tightly.
Owen approaches me with big strides. If caught, he would attack me and throw me off the second-floor balcony.
I took a step back to take a swing when Owen opened his bedroom window roughly.
"Are you out of your mind? Why are you standing on my balcony at this hour? Explain to me, Jonea Rawling!"
"Of course, because I can't sleep!" I replied harshly. "This is all your fault! You said that I might die in six months. Imagine if you were me. Can you sleep well when you know death is in sight?"
Owen let out a few rough breaths. He even closed and opened his eyes repeatedly. He seemed to be trying to control himself before returning to face me.
"You said… I-will-die!" I repeate
