I know it took a while since I updated this story. It's just that I got some problems and so. It's not pleasant.
Anyway, spare me. Here's the next chapter, and to give an answer to my reviews, I'll try to explain it all here.
My real me
After I got dressed, I called Yamato.
[Hello, this is Ishida speaking] He sounded on the other line.
"Hi, Yamato. It's me."
[Hi! How are ya?]
"I can't say. Can you come over, please?"
[Yes, sure. Anything. When?]
"Right now, if you can. My mom isn't home."
[Ok, see ya then.]
"Bye"
I hang up the phone. Thinking about my dream again.
'What could that mean? That I'm going to be in prison or something?'
Ten minutes later, the door bell rang. I opened the door, and saw Yamato
standing, breathing heavily.
"Hi" He greeted.
"Did you run all the way?" I
asked, noticing the sweat over him.
"Yeah, good for starting the day, isn't it?"
he smirked.
"I'm sure…" I gave him a strange
look. "Shouldn't
you get inside?"
"Guess so"
He walked with me into the living room and took a seat on the couch, like I did.
"So, what's the problem?"
he asked.
I hung my head.
"This night, I dreamed"
He stared at me.
"It wasn't just a normal dream, Yamato"
"What is it?"
I hung my head again. Silence grew between us.
Tears soon filled my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but I failed.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry" I sobbed.
"Come here" He pulled me into a hug. I cried silently into his chest.
"Sorry" I excused again when I pulled back, still hanging my head.
'He probably thinks I'm very pathetic'
"Don't be sorry"
"You must think I'm very pathetic now"
"I don't." he held my hand in his, it felt so warm. " I will never"
Smile crept upon my lips.
He still was holding me by my upper arm, looking
incredibly concerned.
Tears began to fill my eyes yet again.
'He shows so much concern… He can't possible like me more than a friend, can
he?
I don't think I can handle that right now'
We stared at each other for a few
minutes.
"Can you tell me what you have dreamed?" He asked me, letting me go.
"Prison"
"Prison? Did you do anything illegal?"
"No! Not in real life, though. There, in my dream, I had killed somebody. And
they took me to prison for that. And I was depressed."
"You are depressed now, aren't you?"
"I dunno. The point is: what's this has to do with my real life?"
"Hm…" I saw he was thinking hard.
'He really does do his best for me. I like it, though. It's good to feel he's
always there for me. But I can't promise anything back….-
'
"A prison, huh? Perhaps you feel captive." He interrupted my thoughts.
"I don't."
"Pff, I dunno. I'm not a dream specialist, Sora. You
know…"
"I know. I'm sorry"
"How many times are you going to say that? By the way, you don't have to be
sorry, though."
"Well, I am!"
'Why am I getting mad?'
"I just put you into all this. I feel so… I dunno how I feel"
"Relax. Soon this will be all over. It's just a dream, right?"
"And? I believe my dreams are meaningful. Whether you like it
or not."
"Don't get angry, will you? It's not that I don't believe that they mean
something. But sometimes they're just fake."
"I dunno… Something says me this isn't just a dream"
Confusing feelings dancing in my mind.
It grew silent for a moment. Until Yamato watched the clock.
It read 11:45AM.
"I think I have to go, my dad is home, and I think he'll be pleased if he gets
lunch. When does your mother come?"
"I dunno."
"Why don't you come and eat with us?"
"No, I can't do that. What if my mom comes home? – "
"Leave a note. And I'm sure my father doesn't mind"
"Okay than… You're sure it's fine?"
"I'm positive."
"Okay."
Pfff… I took me a while to write all this. I hope it's kind of better now.
Thanks to all who reviewed!
I'll put a special thanks in my next part. I (also) hope that will be updated sooner. Bye!
