~Your pov~
I was singing a song my mother used to sing to me
"Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings once soon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance threw a silver storm
Figures dance gracefully
Across my memories"
I jump at the sound of broken glass
"H-hey!?"
"Oh sorry (y-n)-chan I was just coming to pic you up for the date..."
"The date?... Wait what time is it!?"
"Um... It's 8:30..." I steamer to get my stuff together "I-I'm so sorry Mizuki-senpia" "no it's fine really" he smiles inoccently like usual, I smile back and grab his hand to leave.
