"If a second life that's different from now is to come to me,

Will I be by your side?
Will you be by my side?"

That same voice again, he noticed. He still can't recognized whose voice was that, but the strange sense of familiarity is very welcoming within him. Like sunflower attracted toward the sun. Like a moth to a flame. Warm. And it filled with longing. A voice he's willing to listen all his life, a voice he seek all this times yet always end up in vain.

It hurts, how much more until he'll be able to see the person?

He squirm in his sleep, cold sweat wetting his forehead. He scrunch up his nose, eyebrows furrowed deeply as his palm unconsciously clenched the bed sheet.

He want to see the owner of the voice. The owner of that melodious laughter that could make Beethoven envy in his grave. The sound of heaven, he deem it. And yet, here he is, unable to touch the person. desperate and pathetic.

"I imagine things like this." The voice continue, "Even if they're words I mentioned as a joke, Will you believe me? Even if it's a funny imagination, On a sudden day when I'm left alone I'll take my steps towards you again" 

He know he's dreaming, his consciousness telling him so. because even though he can feel the him in the dream's lips curve to a smile at the sweet adorable words his physical is struggling to keep himself from biting his own tongue. He can feel the devastation.

In his sleep, once again he tried to crane his neck toward the owner of the voice. His angel, just a glimpse, please, even though it's only the person's eyes it's enough, he plead.

He can feel the presence of the person on his left, snuggling into his shoulder. He can feel his left arm pulling the person closer to him, hearing the giggles when he did so. the soft hair that's tickling his chin and nose, it smell like lavender, sweet, like his voice.

And when the person look up, his heart beat faster in each seconds when his eyes fall at the person's smile, the pair of lips stretch out so blindingly beautiful.