That was when Anemachi finally woke up from her rest. A few words stuck around but it doesn't mean a lot. 'But why can't I remember the details.' The dream was too blurry.

A rose field, a strange voice A few familiar places, the crouching figure in the middle.

The bandage on her hand was now soaked with dark, lifeless blood, indicating that the wound had healed, or at the very least, stopped bleeding.īut talking about dreams, Miko had one earlier night. If it weren't for the two hands of Anemachi, Miko would have thought that what she had been through yesterday was just a wild dream.

Both her eyes were closed, hiding the mesmerizing iris that had almost sucked in Miko's soul. The steady rising of her chest followed as fresh air continued to flow through her body. Anemachi was sleeping comfortably on the bed, her head facing towards the ceiling. As she slowly woke up from her slumber and lifted up her head from Anemachi's soft belly, she blinked her moistured eyes and adjusted her pose.