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Notes; Helooo~o summer!! ^.^\/ At last I can write again! I'm so happy! ^______^ Okay, here's Liko's chapter. Now I know some of you guys are saying 'but he can't have a chapter, he dies too early and never does anything.' Well, I don't care, he's an important figure in the story. Besides, some one out there will like it and write good reviews. . . right? Won't you? Please?!
Dreams:
The Boutou Hoshi Side Stories 4
By: Adakie
It's so cold here.
And quiet too. It wasn't before, wasn't quiet at all. I heard all the screaming, I just never knew who it was. Maybe it was me . . . I don't know, but then I don't know much of anything anymore.
Once, I remember, everything was bright and warm. I was so happy there. Sister was with me, I know that for sure. She has always been with me. Then, things started to get gray. It was harder to see, harder to hear. It started getting colder and colder . . . and it never stopped.
The only thing I could always really feel was the cold. When I couldn't feel her holding me anymore and when I stopped hearing her voice, it was there. I had a picture of her in my mind for a while; light skin, dark eyes, black hair . . . or was it brown? I guess my picture's faded away too. Even the pain faded after a while, but the cold was always there. It's what's kept me here.
I'd like to think that I'm here for her, just like she's here for me, but I know that's not true. I'm not here to give her someone to stay with and take care of. I'm not here so that she's not lonely, or so that she can have a purpose like she's always said she needed. I'm here because of the cold. Nothing else could do this . . . could trap me this way.
I'm scared.
It's like living a nightmare. I can't even dream anymore. My dreams are just like my life. Reality and fantasy are one. Now why am I thinking about that? That makes no sense . . . right? Or was it . . .
I remember now. That's what Mama said. It's what she told me the last day I saw her. That was the day she used all those needles . . . the day she fell asleep and didn't wake up. But I don't have any needles.
Huh, that's weird. I guess that with all the thinking I've been doing I didn't notice. It's lighter here now. Warmer too. I feel like I'm floating, it's so nice. It's almost like I'm back with Mama, I always felt happy when I was with her. We had so much fun together, the three of us. I've missed it for so long.
It's so warm here.
~Owarii~
Well, there you have it. It's done . . . uh, bye for now and please review! ^^
