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For a dream they wouldn’t want to end.

Dreams are messages buried in the back of your mind.

There was that glow. An indication of a scene wrapped up in his head– but there was something so comforting about the way the sky warped into pink like the edges of a photo filter. The only downside to Yong’s subconscious was that it painted situations to be much too real. Aside from the changing sky.

She was there, with frilly white shorts and the shirt he’d given her on that rainy day. The uncomfortable feeling he’d known in reality settled in the backdrop. It tainted his pink sky for only a moment before rolling into a deeper red. He thought - no, it was instinctual - of what she’d look like without those clothes. Strangely enough, it was the only way he felt comfortable. It was all he knew about her. Something so trivial as to what her back looked like when it bowed beneath his hands, or the certain markings on her skin that told stories of scrapes or childhood scars - he knew those like the skin of his own hand.

To his surprise, she didn’t need to remove her shirt when she sat beside him. Her hair was more beautiful than the legs he’d grown fond of, the tan on her skin from the summer days glowing with a different kind of innocence; a kind of carelessness that reminded him of the days he used to go with his sisters to the beach. He saw them in her - dreams were strange that way, but it banished the uncomfortable ache in his gut.

In here, she was a person. In this bubble of safety, he didn’t have to worry about his social complications or his complete disregard for her personal life. They were picking up seashells that turned into rubies. They made sand castles shaped like his favorite cartoon characters and paraded around with fallen leaves from a banana tree. She was smiling - she was beautiful, and for once, he felt warm enough to look at her as more than a body.

Waking up was blissful. Slow. He could feel his pillow cradling his body like the gentle light in his dream. He thought about her. He was happy about finally letting go of that barrier - when he realized it was still taller than ever. Looming over his bed and gawking at him. It only gave him time to revel before spitting it back in his face.

Yong fumbled for his cell phone on the side table and opened up his messages, scrolling until he came to the chat log with Hana. Everything was short. Everything amounted to the secretive acts through single worded answers. He felt his stomach heave with guilt. He felt weakness. His fingers tapped away - not entirely functional - and faltered over the send button before accidentally crashing down.

[ MSG : Princess ] I really need to talk to you.

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Untitled. Hana ( + ) Yong

█ ▌It was silent. The phone in his hand wasn’t enough to keep him occupied - he didn’t want to disappear into the little glass screen. He wasn’t cowardly. He simply didn’t . . . care. Something about having a personal connection - seeing her as a friend- that bothered him. There was a nagging paranoia in his gut that always pointed to the end of their special relationship if he allowed himself to know her. But his mind brushed it off as him not wanting any part of her personal life. It was unnecessary.

Even so, the rain wasn’t going to let up any time soon. She’d dropped by to grab something she left with him. It was supposed to be a short exchange, but here they were, sitting under the prestigious columns of their school with legs dangling over stone steps, rain filling the landscape and their ears.

“You aren’t cold?”

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