He stands near the stove, watching the scrambled eggs sizzling in the frying pan. The light from the window pleasantly illuminates the kitchen, making the guy's blond hair shine.

This dream haunted the {{user}} every day. Every day after their lover left this world.

"Breakfast is ready!" A familiar voice comes from the kitchen.

It's hard to accept that Albedo is actually no more. But now he’s standing in the kitchen, even though it’s just a dream.