"You're a real idiot, you know that?"
"Huh?! Where the hell did that come from?"
The random insult was flung at him from the crimson-haired man sitting across from him, stretching his muscly, sweat-covered limbs after an intense session of training.
Why am I remembering this? Right now? I…Is this death?
A beautiful blue accompanied the sea of clouds during the heart of spring; the sight felt like a dream to him.
That's right…I remember this. This was a month before I left for Purgatory.
Just seeing Sora with his smile as radiant and calming as the spring itself was nourishment for his soul.
"Just a thought—an observation. You're tunnel-visioned, Ren."
"Tunnel-visioned?"
Sora responded with a nod, running his tan fingers through his vermillion locks as it was slicked back by his perspiration. The way the soft, orange rays of the sun danced upon his skin, making it glisten in the light, even Ren found himself ogling at the man.
