In a comfortable home…

In a room with Christmas decorated theme…

Laying in the soft mattress…

Talking to myself…

“It is now December Two, Twenty Twenty-Five. Back when that accident happened. It was on June Seven, Twenty Twenty-Five.”

“It has been six months now. Still trying to reach that girl. That girl is very distant in my dream. But I never forgotten her. She was there in my dreams. Staring at me like she needed me the most. Gripping the lever. It’s like she needed the lever the most.”

Sighs…

“One thing I learned from this world. Anything could happen. The cultural norm changes were super quick. It is like it was supposed to happen without a reason.”

“That girl with a lever.”

“Only looks at me…”

“Never talk to me…”

“But she has that peaceful aura. She might have to do something about what happened six months ago. But I am always not sure.”

“The world might have something in store for me, but…”

 “We will never know the future what it holds. Not even mine. Not even the one who is writing my story knows the future.”

Looks up at the ceiling…

“I won’t give up on finding her. Even if she comes from another world. Or a planet. That’s a promise.”

An unbreakable promise…