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Chihiro fell to sleep almost instantly. The days melted into nights, almost suddenly, with no warning. Chihiro could hardly tell the difference anymore. The only reason keeping her from forgetting day from night was that in the day, she wasn't really dreaming. She couldn't talk to him… not in the day. Sure, she could daydream, and think of what to say to him… but it wasn't the same.
Right now, as her breathing became steadier, she walked over a long wooden bridge. Under her, she could see a deep blue river, burying the steel tracks leading a train though the water. She smiled suddenly, flashes of holding her breath across this bridge raced across her mind. But only for a second.
"Chihiro…" said deep voice from behind. She smiled to herself; his voice was excited, happy. She turned abruptly to meat the emerald eyes of Haku. His long slim body twisted in front of her. His eyes smiled at her.
"Haku…" she exclaimed reaching out to caress his dark green hair lining his head. He closed his eyes and felt her soothing hands reaching through his tangled mane. He rested his forehead against her own.
"Chihiro… why don't you want remember?" he asked her. Her breathing quickened.
"Remember what?" she asked through a muffled voice.
He opened his eyes. They stared into her with sadness and regret. She could feel his gaze staring through her… God… she couldn't help it when he looked at her like that… god… please stop. She opened her own eyes. He shook his head with his own eyes suddenly closed… avoiding her gaze.
"Once you know something… you can never forget." She looked at him with sadness in her own eyes. Her chocolate eyes began to cloud.
"I don't know," she said.
"But you do know…" Haku said. Something in his voice…
"Haku please…" she pleaded.
"Remember…" he asked her. She could feel his warmth melting away. His pearly scales fell off, melting between her fingers. They flew away, into the cold night air. Behind her, the sun floated into the sky, and the moon shrunk away…
She looked around her, the water shrunk down… where was Haku? She looked around her desperately. She ran strait ahead, Haku's scales were now glimmering butterflies in the sunlight. The wind pushed Chihiro forward. The now streaming tears flowing down her face blinded her eyes.
"Don't' go… don't go…" she stopped dead in her tracks… a butterfly landed on a flower near by. Chihiro could just see… herself. Younger, and happier, but it was her. The wind blew her hair back. She closed her eyes… and there she was. In the spot where her younger self had just been. Chihiro turned when she felt something squeeze her hand. Her eyes traveled up the body of a young boy. To his face. But she couldn't see it. Tears gushed out of her eyes like rivers, clouding his face. She found the words forming in her throat, and couldn't keep them from coming out.
"Will we ever meet again?" she asked.
"I'm sure of it." Said the boy. But that voice… it was Haku's. She closed her eyes, but the tears would not stop. She felt herself moving backwards. Almost like the wind was pushing her away. He let go of her hand reluctantly. 'No… don't let go.' She pleaded. She opened her eyes to see herself engulfed by darkness. Just in front of her, she could see the boy, turning into a dragon, and flying away… below him, were droplets of water, floating tears, falling like rivers. She reached out in front of her…
"Haku!" she called out. And she opened her eyes. Her chest was heaving. Her face was wet with tears, that her still flowing down her face. She wiped them away angrily. She couldn't see the face. It was strange how dreams could turn into nightmares so quickly. She closed her eyes and reopened them. No, she was still in her world. She sighed and got up, her breathing slowing down a little bit. It was early morning. Of course her mother was asleep… like always. Her father was probably home too. He had probably gotten home late at night. Something about her house scared her now though. It was too quiet. Too normal compared to her dream. She sighed uncomfortably. With nowhere else to turn to. She ran towards her parent's room and closed the door. She sighed with relief. Her parent's room was large and oddly shaped. It was a bright red color, and odd paintings hung from the walls. In the corner to the right, was a western styled, wooden vanity with a large mirror. She could see her mother's precious music box that had been passed down since 'the beginning of time.' next to the music box was an assortment of perfume and cologne bottles. And next to them was her father's tie rack. Don't ask her why he would keep this here. Truth was, she wasn't sure herself. Chihiro looked to left. There where the wooden doors of her parent's walk in closet. Next to them was a piece of furniture consisting of drawers, like everything else; it was made out of wood. Finally, to the middle of the room, was a large king sized bed. Huddled together in the bed, (to Chihiro's surprise) holding each other closely were her mom and dad. Chihiro blushed with embarrassment as she climbed into the bed. Her mother woke up with a start.
"Ch-Chihiro?" she asked squinting her eyes in the dark. Chihiro nodded vigorously and her mother smiled gently. She let go of her father and scooted over, making a thin space in the middle of the bed for Chihiro to lie in. Chihiro crawled over to the space, and allowed her mother to cover her with a blanket, and kiss her forehead. Chihiro sniffed loudly, and began to cry as her mother held her in her arms. Chihiro's dad woke up suddenly, and grumbled something about no privacy in the bank. Then he turned over and fell back to sleep, causing Chihiro and her mom to laugh quietly.
"It's ok now." Chihiro's mother soothed, running her finger's through Chihiro's hair. But Chihiro knew, that it was not ok. And it would not be, not until she remembered, what she had forced herself to forget. The only problem was, that she still did not want to remember… what had caused her so much pain…