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Seìjuuro woke up, hands clutching the sheets tightly and panting. That dream woke him up again. That same dream that had been haunting him these past few nights.
It was always the same setting. He was in his mother's garden at their mansion in Kyoto, a place he had not been for a very long time. The sun shine up so brightly, making it hard for him to see his mother's flowering plants, the elegant, French metal table and its chairs, the big maple tree at the center with its swing.
And the brunette boy with the brightest smile he had ever seen.
The scene would always be the same. The boy was always there, sitting on the swing quietly. And even before he would be able to approached him, he will suddenly turn towards him and smile. He would push the swing for him. The harder he pushes it, the louder he can hear his laughter. A sound he totally likes to hear. They will play around the garden, drink tea and eat cakes, and walk around again hand in hand.
Seijuuro was happy whenever he's with the brunette. He was his best friend. His first love. In his heart, he would always wish that they will stay together. Forever. But that wish of his never did come true. Because every morning their moment together would end. He would wake up, and the only thing left in his startled state is a vague memory of him sitting on the swing. Nothing more, nothing less.
Not even the name he had given to him.