Been dreaming about a guy with bright blazing hair. Y/N always woke up with tears after seeing the scene where the guy was bathed in blood.
L/N Y/N is working as a docent in the museum. Now she only lives with her younger brother who's still in 3rd...
The man with bright blazing hair holds his hand out for me to take. I approach him, walking even closer but suddenly the view around me changed. I look around became frightened, once again I look to where the guy is, but my heart hitches.
He's now there bathed in blood, a hole could be seen on his abdomen. My feet move on their own as I crouch down in front of him. He's totally injured but he still smiling at me. I can feel as tears roll down my cheeks
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"Why did I cry? I don't know him... right?"
My hands reach out to hold his face, as he leans and presses his cheeks into my hand. I could feel my heart clenches, somehow knowing that we will be apart. My mouth moves on its own now, as I speak to the guy.
Y/N: Rengoku san...
"Why does my heart aches a lot for this guy?"
The guy who's name is Rengoku, reaches out to me and rubs my cheek. His eyes are tender, thumb gently wipes my tears away.
Rengoku: Please.... call me by my name...
I could see that his eyes are getting narrow, they're about to close. My heart hurt so bad seeing him like this.
Y/N: Kyoujuro san....
He smiles at me and puts his head on my shoulder, he whispers into my ear.
Rengoku: I'm sorry... but... I will fulfill my promise... in another life...
With that, his hands fall to his side and I cried.
Y/N: Noo!
~Woke up from dream~
I was sitting on my bed, panting so hard. The door to my room was slammed open and my brother Shiro walks inside, he then sits on the side of my bed.
Shiro: Y/N nee, you okay? why are you screaming? and... you cry...
I lift my hand and feel the wetness on my cheek. He's right I'm crying, why am I crying? Shiro is staring at me worriedly. I shook my head internally and smile at him, patting his head.
Y/N: I'm sorry... I... think I have a nightmare... but I'm okay...
Shiro: really?
Y/N: yes, now hurry up and get ready!
Shiro walks out of my room to get ready, and I do too. I can't help but think about the guy in my dream. I've been dreaming about him since I was fifteen.
The man named Rengoku Kyoujuro, has bright yellow hair with a streak of red. He wore a white robe with flame pattern. One time I dreamt of him in a good dream, but sometimes it was a bad one, like just now.
