I do not own Mizore. Enjoy.
Just a dream
Thunder rumbled softly in the distance.
The adolescent hugged the waist of the one lying next to him.
"Something bothering you?"
"I'm scared Mizore."
"I didn't know thunder affected you so much."
"No, it's not that."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm terrified...that this is just a dream. And when I wake up, you'll be gone, and I'll be all alone."
"Please, promise me. Promise me that you won't leave."
She turned to face him, and he stared deeply into her pale-blue, pupiless eyes,
accented by her beautiful purple hair.
Then, she smiled.
"Of course I will."
The boy cried tears of joy and kissed her.
"I love you Mizore."
"I know."
Streams of sunlight came gradually into his room.
He rubbed his eyes and looked about his bed.
He then gave a deep, mournful sigh.
As he reached to pull off his covers, he looked down at his hand.
The loop of the key chain with her figure was wrapped around his finger.
It's image made him give another sigh.
"If only..."