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*Hayato swings his head back as if he was drowning but he sees his face in front of a mirror inside a bathroom.*
*Hayato is breathing heavily and looks down at his shaking hands.*
"..." *Hayato*
*Hayato looks at himself in the mirror*
*Hayato looks younger.*
*Hayato laughs with a worried tone*
"I haven't had one of these dreams in a while... I guess I'm in for a ride." *Hayato*
"I never saw my brother in these dreams. It always started here." *Hayato wonders*
*Hayato opens the bathrooms door*
*Hayato looks down*
*Hayato looks back inside the bathroom in shock*
"Wait wait wait wait, but the bathroom is the bathroom from my prev- *The bathroom suddenly changes to what it's supposed to be and the door shuts.* is this... Hayato rushes outside" *Hayato*
*Hayato is in a beautiful park*
*Hayato pinches his cheeks to see if he can feel anything*
"... These dreams are too realistic to be comfortable." *Hayato*
"I guess... that's why I wasn't hearing her talk. I guess I have to find her this time." *Hayato*
"Well, I can't interact with anyone in these dreams. I either don't have a first-person perspective, or even if I do, I can't talk to anyone other than... my family." *Hayato wonders*
"HONESTLY! I would rather just wake up." *Hayato shouts*
*The people around him are looking at him like a crazy person.*
*Everyone is silent for a second.*
"Sir, are you okay? you've been talking to yourself this entire time." *One of the people sitting on the bench*
"..." *Hayato*
"What... THE... FUCK?!" *Hayato wonders*
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Anguish
General FictionThe journey of the boy who finally snapped. His life just kept getting worse but then... Set in modern day japan, Follows the story of 16 year old Fumeiyo (不名誉) / Teru (照). While I'm not Japanese and haven't had the opportunity to visit Japan yet...
