( I recommend the readers read the lyrics of the song 🍵❤️)
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Shoyo woke up in the middle of the night as he suddenly felt thirsty.
He opened his door quietly as he didn't want to disturb the sleeping Sakusa in the next room.
He walked silently downstairs and went to the kitchen as he turned on a small light beside the pantry.
He was about to take a glass when he heard a whisper beside his left ear.
He turned around only to see a dark shadow looming in the living room.
He can't see the silhouette clearly as it has no appearance but only the shape of a human.
The shadow floats somewhere in the living room making the ginger follow it carelessly.
He saw the shadow looking at something.
It was a wooden box with a flower.
He was curious about the case before.
As he got close, the shadow suddenly disappeared like it was nothing.
Shoyo didn't feel scared but he was curious instead.
He looked at the case and picked it up as he opened the glass cover.
The scent sent him down memory lane.
"This thing again... But this time it doesn't hurt..."
The ginger saw himself standing on an empty road.
He couldn't move his feet but he could move the rest of his body.
"This time I'll stand still..."
And he did what he just said, he stood there and waited.
And yet nothing was happening.
He got confused and so he looked back only to see a child sitting beside a tree all alone.
The child's hair was the same color as his, which made the tangerine have mixed feelings.
And yet it was longer than his.
The kid was sitting silently below the tree and was taking pictures and taking any petals he could find unless it flew on his way.
The tangerine couldn't see the kid's face as it was covered by his hair.
"I hope mom's coming back..."
The ginger stared at the lonely kid as he talked about his mom.
He was having a conversation by himself as he was taking some pictures.
"Mom always gives me hugs and kisses... Mom will always be there when I'm sad and lonely... We promised that she'll be there when I'm sad... So I hope you are here watching over me..."
The kid told the wind as he looked at the flowers and leaves he had taken.
Moments passed and the scene changed when the ginger saw someone coming over and calling out for the kid.
He couldn't hear anything but the sound of a radio frequency as the scene changed.
The tangerine was now standing at a museum.
