Chapter 82: Forgetfulness is a part of mortal nature...right?
I dreamt of countless specks of light.
I was one of them, floating in swirling darkness that felt like it was suspended and in motion at the same time. It felt like I had a dream quite like this before, but I didn’t really remember when.
While floating, I realized that each speck of light was different; some glow bright, some dim, some had jaded edges, and some felt hollow. Me...I was cracked, but not too much.
At least, I felt like I wasn’t as damaged as before, although why I knew that, I had no idea.
I was floating and floating, rotating like a little star in a massive solar system. Gradually, I realized that there was indeed a core in this darkness, although I was pretty sure it wasn’t a sun. But it felt like it had a gravity that kept us specks of light existing inside this darkness.
And the more I moved forward among the many specks of light, I felt the core watching me; keenly, sadly, eagerly.
[Soon...]
I heard a ringing voice, as the darkness churned and I woke up with a start.
Gripping my blanket tightly, I took a deep breath to calm my breathing. How weird—it wasn’t even a nightmare, didn’t feel terrible in the slightest, but my heart was pounding so fast as if I was just out of a horror show.
It was so confusing that I started to panic. And then, the anxious feeling grew when I realized I was alone. Natha wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel his usual temperature beside me. I sat up in fright, looking around frantically.
Climbing off the bed, I scampered toward the dressing room, which was empty. And then to the large bathroom, but there was still no Natha. My heart was pounding wildly, and I ran to the stairs, calling out his name.