Still Yours | SKYNANI

In the real world, they were just dolls.

Neona dangling from Nani's bag like a good luck charm. Smyle, with a crooked little grin always clutched in Sky's arms during fan meets.

They weren't real. They weren't supposed to be.

Until one morning... They were.

Sky woke up first, groggy and jet-lagged, still wrapped in the scent of stage lights and flight pillows. Nani shifted beside him, breathing soft against the curve of his shoulder.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. No alarms. No callsheets. No manager knocking.

Just the faint sound of-

Tiny footsteps. A whispered voice. A knock at the door.

Then-

"Pho? Pa? ...Did you forget to kiss us today?"

Two little boys. Standing in the doorway. Wearing Sanrio pajamas. Holding onto stuffed toys.

The boys remember everything. The morning cuddles, the kisses, the bedtime stories.

But Sky and Nani remember none of it.

The dolls were gone.

And they were calling them Pa and Pho.