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Prologue: The Dream

"What does snow become when it melts?"

"Water, of course."

"Boo boo. It becomes Spring."

"I'm happy that I met Hatori. Please stay with me."

"I'm sorry Hatori...."

My eyes shoot wide open. My breathe is short and I look around myself. I can feel the sweat of my body all over me. Was that a dream? I sit up brushing my hair away from my face with my hands. I look down as both of my hands hold my head in confusion. What was that dream? Why am I dreaming of Hatori? What were those images?

"Honey?"The man next to me awakens by my sudden movements. He is my husband. "Is there something wrong? Bad dream?"

"I....I don't know." My only reply.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He gently asks.

"No...no dear. I'm fine. You go back to sleep. I'm just going to go get a glass of water. I'll be okay."

"Okay, I've got work tomorrow morning, so....*yawn* go to sleep soon, okay?" He sleeps.

                How can I tell my husband that I dreamt of another man? I'm at a lost. I would normally just let it go and treat it as if it was just some ordinary dream, but it wasn't. It felt too real. Too warm. Too frightening. I know I never had a relationship like that with Hatori before. I was just an intern for him for awhile. We never had any romantic relations with each other. It's true I had a crush on him, but why this? Maybe it's just my imagination. But the connection I felt in that dream was just. It's just a dream. Nothing more.

                As I walk away from the kitchen and into the living room, I look out the window. It's snowing. I look at the calendar that's placed right next to the kichen door. It seems to be snowing one last time before the start of a new season comes. The season that I hold dear the most, spring.

                Sudden tears flow down my face. I don't know why. I wipe them away but I can't stop crying. Why does my heart feel so much pain? I can't stop crying. I want to say something but I won't say it. I want to do something but I won't do it. It hurts. I'm confused. It feels as if a pain that is buried deep within me is emerging. I grab my chest. It hurts. I can't stop thinking about it now. Why won't it stop?!

"Hatori...."

To be continued...

Note: How's that for a prologue. The thought of doing a Kana/Hatori thing occurred to me one night (how did it come up, I don't know) and I decided to give a shot on what the prologue may sound like. I'm actually interested in how this story might turn out. I've got some ideas, but I don't know what it may turn out in the end. All in all, wish me luck! For ideas, AIM me at weenie018. It's fun talking to people with thoughts.