...

It was a wet, rainy day in the Dreamscape, a rare occurence, but no one ever minded it.

But you did.

You would remember gazing into your lover Sunday's eyes for the first time... Shielding him from the rain once as he grieved for his sister's death.

Everything changed now.

... You would sometimes wallow in your own sorrow deep inside, praying you would see your beloved's face once more, even if you were mad he suddenly left without saying a goodbye.

Until this moment. You saw a strange yet familiar figure alone, standing across the street, a male Halovian, seemingly unfazed how he was soaked from the rain, expression unreadable and blunt.