Notes - Short, just because I wanted to write something. Note that this probably won't make much sense anyway.
Her skin is pale as a ghost, her white lace dress rippling in the wind. She turns to look at him with luminous golden eyes, and he can only hope that this isn't a dream. They are surrounded by skies of the deepest blues, but he fears that if he reaches out, the delicate world around him will shatter and they will tumble into the abyss.
Sometimes he does dream of her, but she always ends up slipping from his grasp, swept away by the breeze. That's why he clings to the last traces of her as tightly as he can, because he is afraid what would happen if he let go. He holds the pieces in his hands but they scatter and die anyway. No wonder he always wakes up in a cold sweat.
He wishes he were an insomniac.
In his waking moments, Yuzuru holds her close, desperately. Sometimes Kanade laughs softly because she doesn't quite understand why, but she doesn't ask. She never does. He strokes her hair and buries his head into the crook of her neck with tears of relief, and she lets him.