Earodorīmusu

Chapter VII

The caliginosity of the night has come. It was raining. They weren't able to play because of weak signal due to the brisk wind.

Kumika had always disrelished the presence of rain..

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It hasn't rain in a while huh. Perhaps, this may be an indication.

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Why did you have to leave me.

I remember those times, you always held my hand.
Like a warm blanket when the night is nippy.
I always acted impassive about it.
But now it's most likely, impractical to happen.

Will you ever come back.

Kumika sleeps.

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I'm in a black void, once again.

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Ryuji?

I saw a man, from behind, I thought it was him, but unfortunately not. I thought of just attempting to wake up from a dream about a faceless man who isn't Ryuji.

Until..

"I.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I heard a feminine's voice, snivelling. I went closer, and figured, it was Misaki talking to the man. "You expected too much. I only wanted the role of president, not to be apart of your life." He said. "That's not what I meant I-" Misaki tried to clarify. "Enough with this bullshit. Focus on the reality, you're the vice president. You either fully commit to your responsibilities, or just quit, it's pretty logical isn't it? I wouldn't mind either way." He impudently said as he walked away from her.

My instincts told me to run to Misaki, so I did. I stood in front of her, she hugged me, tight. "What's wrong with me? Is it not enough I gave him my position? Not enough time I sacrifice for him? Isn't it unfair he makes me take over his own responsibilities?" Misaki wants to convince herself what she's doing is a must. I didn't assure her.

I'm certainly told that, tears are non-existent in a dream. Misaki is crying silent, but I see her tears and the emotion is different. This isn't an ordinary dream nor a nightmare.

This is a Communis Dream. Two different bodies from different places get linked, if they both slept the same minute and is dealing a kindred problem; implied to Ryuji and Atsushi, we both recalled moments from our past about a person we loved.

I've had multiple experiences of this before, but with a friend, it's new. I always thought this would feel like invading someone's privacy, but I feel worried about Misaki, what else could she be hiding behind her solicitous personality.

What I just witnessed, is possibly a memory or the present.
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"Today I made a Filipino macaroni soup, with various vegetables, and meat, in a creamy broth with evaporated milk!"

S O P A S

Hiroki's mom enraptures his morning with an invigorating meal. He kindly asked her where and when she got the money to buy these exorbitant ingredients. His mom told him that his father has been taking overtime shifts, therefore their income is doing better than ever.

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Every thursday, the first hour is homeroom. Everyone goes to S.U. early. Kumika immediately thought of approaching Misaki about what she discovered last night.

Hiroki decided to sit with Detsu and the others to talk about something. "Hey! Stop staring at her, you don't have to be in-character when she doesn't see you." Hanaka told Hiroki, she caught him lip reading Kumika and Misaki.