Louis felt something warm in his hand. When he moved it, he felt like it was being held
He slowly operand his eyes. Although it was blurry at first sight, after blinking many times, he caught sight of the young lady that he knew so well
The cream color hair fell to the sides of her cheeks as she slept her head on the bed. Her hand that were gently holding Louis and the way she intertwined them was enough to make the young man's eyes widen with his mouth hanging open
At that time, he knew that everything else other than the ones in his sight of Levier wasn't a seem at all
"So she stayed within this room for me? It wasn't all a good dream, but it was all real?" He whispered. Though, he couldn't help but lift both corners of his
As he went to sit on his bed, he couldn't remove his hand from the lady. The nostalgic warm was enough to bring him back to the old days
