𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚔𝚞 ★ s. ᴍᴀɴᴊɪʀᴏ

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Your POV

"Jeez, what happened to you and how did you even get a high fever?" I muttered as I was wiping his face.

He was having chills so I'm starting to get more worried. Maybe he went home early since he was feeling bad. I hope he can regain his consciousness so he can take some medicine.

"Lulu..." He mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"Lulu...don't leave." He said.

"I won't"

"Lulu..."

"Hmm?"

"Don't die...please." He said which made me raise a brow but nonetheless, I held his hand and softly smiled.

"I won't" I said.

Sapakit kita jan eh, sa ating dalawa, ikaw yung parang mamamatay. Jusko, kulang ka sa gulay!

[T: You're making me want to smack you. Between the two of us, you're the one who looks like on the verge of dying. My gosh, you need more vegetables!]

I tucked covered him with a blanket and took the wet towel to soak him again.

Please wake up soon, Manjiro.

Mikey's POV

There it was again, another dream.

The sounds of the waves and the heat of the sun. White sand and clear waters.

I was in some sort of a cottage with a few people whose faces I cannot clearly see. Food was on the table and everyone was happy.

"Mikey, Ahh~" Luz said as she was feeding me food she picked up with her hand.

It's like I'm just watching since my body moved on its own. I can't hear what the others were saying but I can hear her talking in her language.

Then it changed to a scene where I was looking at Luz, who was looking up at the sky as we laid down on the sand.

I asked what future she would like to be in and she replied to have a quiet life in the province and also travel abroad, namely to Japan. She looked excited to discuss what her ideal future was.

She stood up, dusting off some sand, and looked back at me with a smile.

"I'd like to be with you in that future too." She said, extending her hand.

The scene slowly changed and now I was with Luz, making a sandcastle mountain.

"It looks horrible" She said with a sigh but I convinced her that it was perfect. We even named it.

The scene changed again and now we're holding water guns, playing with each other happily under the heat of the sun.

After the playful war, it changed to nighttime and I was staring at the campfire, holding her hand while she was humming a familiar tone.

She began singing though I don't fully understand, I felt calm.

"♪ Mga lumuluhang mata, kalungkutan na hindi matago-tago ♪" She sung as she rubbed circles on my hand with her thumb, the crackles of the burning wood accompanying her.

"♪ Sa isang tingin akala mo ay okay lang, andito lang ako, para sa'yo ♪"

"♪ Para sa'yo. Para sa'yo♪"