Lightning-Dono: I'm listening to what I call "mood music" right now, so I'm going to write a story with an atmosphere similar to what I'm listening to. From Mistuki's point of view.
When I Dream
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At night, when the shades are pulled closed, and my eyes are forced to shut and allow me into a dreamland of my own, I wish that I could feel you here. Wish that we could breathe in unison as one entity as you sit at my bedside, awaiting the coming of sleep. The tides of my imagination ebb and I fall into the unmistakable void of deep sleep.
I dream of you every night.
Your white shirt, tender pale skin, and the gentle, warm eyes that you held my gaze with every waking moment.
Maybe I'm too young to understand the concept of love, and maybe I shouldn't be dreaming of you now that you're gone. I have someone I love. You may be familiar with Takuto…but all the same, I believe that if you hadn't suffered the violent death that you had, then we would still be together. You would be my all-knowing comforter, the person to whom I could confide any pesky secrets to.
Yet, you're not here. I can't see you, and I can't extend my desires due the current barrier that shields my love and absorbs it.
My knowledge is limited.
In my dreams, you expand it.
My love is forced.
In my dreams, you are who I'm with and my heart pumps with heartfelt triumph and compassion.
I know that you can't dream anymore. Is heaven all that far away? Can you still peer through the clouds with your ever-vigilant eyes and watch me every now and then? Maybe you'd feel pain, but you're strong. The power that lives within you can withstand any torturous visions and vivacity will empower your spirit once more.
I know that you can't dream of me. Do angels sleep?
But even still…
I wanted to let you know…
That I dream of you.