Ayumi's POV
After the accident in Heavenly Host Elementary School I regret about my friends deaths, why did I even find the stupid charm online? I regret it so much I didn't eat for days now
"Shinozaki snap out of it! Are you listening to me?!" Kishinuma said trying to snap me back to reality
"Oh, um yea...." I said pretending that I heard him
"Good, now did you heard about Satoshi and Nakashima-san?" Kishinuma smiled
"No what about them two?" I ask him curiously after the incident I was moving on for Mochida-kun because he loves Nakashima sooo much so I'll let him go for now
"Him and Nakashima-san are together!" (You know what I meant BF and GF) Kishinuma-kun said excitedly
"That's great...." I said sarcastically
"Are you sure your okay Shinozaki?" Kishinuma-kun ask worriedly
"Yea, I'm okay..."
I stand up but I felt dizzy and I'm trying to walk but I fell down the only thing I heard is Kishinuma shouting if I'm okay and everything went black.....
In my dream.....
"Shinozaki! Shinozaki!" Says the little boy holding a ball
"What Is it?" I ask, I didn't see this dream for years now I thought to myself
"Can we make a promise to each other?" Says the boy
"Sure, first give me the ball!" I said and he gave me the ball, I ask what kind of promise
"That you and me are getting married in the future" Says the boy I nodded and made a pinkie swear with him
I need to know who is this boy I made a promise to him...
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Haii~ I know its short don't judge ok? So this is my first story I had many parts in my phone I written not here in Wattpad you can comment your reaction or your thoughts about this story I won't mind :) So I know its horrible XD
Words Count (A/N didn't count): 264 Words
Baii~ \(^~^)/ - Pixie_Dippy-145
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