It was the usual, tiresome dream again.
The same dream, it has never once changed.
Even after he met her and his world gradually changed. The only thing that remained the same as before was this.
When will it end?
Will it always remain this way?
Yuhi doesn't know how long he has had these dreams, but it was always like this for as long as he could remember.
He stood in the middle of a burnt wasteland. CRumbled buildings and the smell of fire surrounded him. Yuhi stood alone in the center of it. There wasn't a single person other than him who was alive, or at least that was how it usually is.
"Don't enter my dream," Yuhi commented when he heard a familiar pair of dainty footsteps behind him.
"After yesterday, I became restless." It was Sumire.
