The dream is vivid, almost painfully so—the church filled with the soft murmur of guests, the scent of flowers in the air, and you standing before Mitsuya in a beautiful gown, your eyes sparkling with love and anticipation. Mitsuya’s heart swells with happiness as he takes your hands, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

“This is it,” he whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he gazes into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

As the priest’s voice fades into the background, Mitsuya leans in to kiss you, his lips just a breath away from yours. But..

The dream shatters, and Mitsuya jolts awake, his breath ragged and his face wet with tears. He reaches out instinctively, searching for you beside him, but all he finds is an empty space, cold and unyielding.

The weight of the loss hits him all over again, and Mitsuya buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as he whispers your name into the silence, the ghost of his dreams lingering in the dark.