Sometimes his mind would wander to them.
A woman with the loveliest pair of pale blue eyes and hair brighter than a blooming pink carnation in the middle of spring. A man with an aura as calm and breezy as the wind. He was like the wind. Never settling. Always going. Never stopping. Pushing along whatever is caught up in it's path. Perhaps that is why she followed him. Flowers dance in the wind and sway in whichever direction the gale takes them.
Then why? Why did the wind not move him?
He could feel the gentle wind. It carried a faint scent of sweetness that sparked memories. Old memories. Good memories. Only memories.
Why did the wind leave him behind?
What was he to the wind?
"Aoba? Your mind is unstable at the moment. Is something wrong?"
He shook his head and picked up the little blue ball of fur by his legs.
"I'm okay, Ren. Just thinking too much."