etterath

sometimes it would be a few words drifting through the air in an extremely recognizable voice, maybe a paper falling from light's desk, although he knew he put it far enough from the corner that it could not have fallen.

he didn't leave his window open, but sometimes a small breeze would pass by his face.

he didn't enjoy sweets as much as a late friend of his, but sometimes he could smell candy so strong he would assume it was right in front of him.

he never really enjoyed loud music with guitars, bass and synth keyboards but sometimes he would hear those songs from the corner of his room.

he refused to mention it to anyone. he still disregarded it as a simple coincidence.