Minea Stories

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Sometimes, in the world of reality, even true love just cannot be. People do not always end up together, no matter how much they long for each other. Love stories, no matter how promising, do not always have a happy ending. But the universe has its way of defying this harsh reality. It has a magical way of putting things back to where they belong and leading hearts back to the very reason they beat. It has an unexplainable way of making the unreal happen. It is not easy of a process but it is simple, as the only thing it requires is great love. This is a story of how two lovers found themselves in a world so different from this world of pain: a world where there are no could-have-beens and might-have-beens to regret, but one with only happy ending to celebrate.

This is a sequel to my first book, "Alleyway". Before reading this, please go check out the first book. ------- A year or so after their marriage, Mineta begins to dream of strange things. He has nightmares of Ally killing him in different ways every night. These strange nightmares have effected Mineta during the day time, making it slightly awkward to be around his wife. Can Mineta get past these nightmares and have a normal relationship, or will something far worse occur?

A very great awaking I carefully opened my eyes. From above bright light shone down on me. As I sat up, every muscle in my body ached. Next to me were ridiculous, flashing devices, announced the beep sounds. Except for these devices and a bed on which I was in, the room was empty. The floor was undoubtedly on plastic, as were the walls. I could not classify the smell of the room, still suffers. Suddenly I heard hurried footsteps outside my room. They came closer and I lay down again. I closed my eyes and shortly afterwards the door was opened and several people entered the room. "Her condition has improved a lot," said a female voice. "When can she go home?" A deeper, but also female voice asked. "I guess tomorrow, but I will clarify exactly. Until then, your daughter needs rest, "replied the higher voice." Good. Thank you and goodbye, "said a gentleman's voice. The temptation to take a look was too big, but I controlled myself. Who were these strangers in my room? What was I doing here? What was going on here? "Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Mayrill," replied the higher voice. Before they left me, someone had given me a kiss on the forehead, and I had to tear myself together so as not to draw a caricature. In any case, it smelled better now in the room, the one of the people had a good perfume sprayed on. When I was really sure that no one was there, I opened my eyes again and looked around. Everything was as before. The fatigue washed over me and I fell asleep instantly.