Disclaimer: I do not own Noragami.
Since the manga is still on going, anything written in this fic could be considered AU. Spoilers up to chapter 27 of manga can potentially show up.
Goodbye, Hiyori.
She woke up gasping for breath, the sound of the alarm clock harshly cutting through the apartment.
Disoriented, she twisted her head sideways to look at the clock. The red numbers blinked back at her, urging her to get up.
Instead, Hiyori let out a groan, pulling the covers over her head. Squeezing her eyes shut in concentration, she curled up in a fetal position trying to desperately hold onto the last wisps of her dream. What was it? What was it?
The alarm clock went silent, automatically switching to snooze mode.
She laid there unmoving for a moment before pulling back her covers. The sunlight streamed through the half-open window blinds, throwing bright patterns onto the plush rug beside her bed. She looked at it idly thinking, What was I dreaming about?
She rubbed at her eyes in frustration. Ever since that accident ten years ago, she had this recurring dream - a dream that she could never remember after waking up - a dream that only left her with a great sense of loss and pain.
And longing.
She let out a sigh.
No use dwelling on it now.
Getting up, she let out a humorless chuckle.
"Who am I trying to kid?"
She shut off her alarm before it could go off again.
AN: Thanks for reading!