![]() The dream however again appeared in Miko's mind as she continued to speak with Anemachi. Well, Anemachi didn't look like she was in pain. I'm fine now." And indeed Anemachi's answer was what she expected ![]() She knew Anemachi would tell her that she was fine regardless of the actual situation. ".Are your hands still hurting now?" Miko can't help but ask despite knowing the answer. The action warm her heart, her face gave off a smile. The silly girl apparently had been beside her the whole night. She looked towards Miko who was sitting beside her. There was some stiffness coming from the arm due to the position she was sleeping in. Pain from the palm has soothed after overnight. Her coal-black eyebrow lifted together with her eyelids. ![]() 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.
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