She had short, shoulder-length dark brown hair, which was slightly messy. Presumably, she was sleeping without brushing her hair first. Her face screamed an exact natural beauty, even though there was no make-up on her face. Her face is small with a sharp nose and chestnut eyes like the sunlight that is her competition. Tzuyu would buy it if she told her that she was an actress, or a model, or maybe a goddess in Greek myths.

"Who are you?". Tzuyu asked in doubt.

"I'm Sana, your wife from the future."

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DISCLAIMER:

1. I am not a native English speaker, so please bear with my grammatical errors in this writing.

2. This story was inspired by Indonesia's short film "Sore." Again, the idea was not fully mine. But I will add many things to improvise the storyline and make this story authentically mine.

3. I would appreciate it if you posted your thoughts, critics, or anything (except NO SPOILER, please) through the comment section. It will help me a lot to keep on updating this story.

4. Last but not least, this writing will take a lot of time, so I'd try to update once in a while.