Dreams
"What do you dream of? she asks of him one morning, before they settle down for their violin practice.
He chooses not to answer, and focuses on cleaning his instrument instead.
"...Tsukimori-kun?"
"Dreams rarely disturb my sleep," he grunts impatiently. The girl is just unbelievably insistent.
"And rarely," her voice turns slightly teasing; she must be in a good mood (has she always been this impish?), "...so when they do...?"
"I dream of shades of gray, too unremarkable to be of interest to any waking man," he replies, and he turns around to wipe the edge of his bow.
She looks thoughtful. "Ehhh...I have heard that we only remember part of our dreams. But you must dream of so little, Tsukimori-kun, to not remember anything at all."
Oh, but he remembers.
Sometimes, when the young violinist dreams of quiet, he sees the impatient flash of grey, a sigh and a bow; a trail of unruly crimson.
He does not tell her this.
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