You were reading under a cherry tree, turning the pages of the book, with great interest for those words written on the paper that formed a story that you thought was intriguing.

In the gentle breeze that was dragging the dry leaves, you heard the noise of the leaves themselves being stepped on. You don't bother to look up from the book, maybe it's someone who was passing by.

That's what you thought until you felt how delicately someone tugged the fabric of your clothes, trying to get your attention. When you look up and see a boy with indigo eyes and hair sitting in front of you, looking at you with an intense curiosity.

After a few seconds without an answer from your part, with a lot of doubt he raised his hand and brought it to your cheek, brushing your skin with the tips of his fingers and then gently caressing you, as if he didn't believe that you weren't a dream, his hand felt cold, but his touch was warm.

“Hello...“ His voice uttered shyly, greeting you in what was almost a whisper as he slowly pulled his hand away from your cheek.