William Moore held a cup of coffee in his fair hand, hot steam rising at this mont.
"Did you dream?"
Iris Harris was slightly taken aback, then softly uttered "Mm": "Dread about childhood things."
In the dream, the sound of light rain seed to still echo in her ears.
"Did you dream about him?"
Iris was stunned.
"While you were sleeping just now, you kept mumbling his na."
Iris lightly bit her lip, she lifted one hand to press against her temple.
Her body felt extrely weak and powerless, as if soone had severely beaten her, every muscle was sore.
Recalling what happened at the club, her heart twisted in pain.
Cold reality and gentle dreams, both were her reality.
Yet such a strong contrast nearly left her breathless.
Yes, the boy who gave her an umbrella was indeed Brandan.
After that day, they beca very, very close friends.
He was her first friend in life, and the ti spent with him was so beautiful it seed like an illusion.
If it weren’t for that incident, maybe they could have stayed good friends forever...
Thinking of this, Iris felt her heart ache unbearably.
Ten years ago, when advancing to middle school, the school organized a seaside study tour.
Unexpectedly, they encountered a storm.
They faced a small tsunami, Brandan was swept into the waves while saving her, and even after being rescued he was barely alive, yet he held her hand repeatedly telling her not to be afraid, promising he would co back alive, asking her to wait for him...
Later, a year passed. He did return, but lost all his mories.
And he’s been suffering from amnesia ever since.
She could never forget Brandan’s gaze at that ti, so determined, stubborn, and gentle.
The Brandan who risked everything to save her, the Brandan who promised to spend a lifeti with her, had once for her nearly lost his life, so even if he lost his mory, what does it matter?
She treasured those mories well, and as long as he ca back, she would show them to him and tell him, See, Brandan, what you asked to do, I did it. I listened to you well and kept waiting for you.
However... ten years have passed.
Ti flies by so quickly, yet it feels so long.
Unknowingly, the ti he’s forgotten her has surpassed the ti they loved.
Sotis Iris truly wonders, will Brandan really be able to rember the past?
But she cannot retreat, she cannot in the future, once Brandan rembers those things, let him face those realities.
She promised him to wait well... for him...
Seeing her in silence, William Moore walked in gently placing the coffee on the counter, then raised his hand to touch her head.
"Alright, stop thinking. Go to sleep," he said softly, "You consud too much energy today, and you have work tomorrow, right? Go back to sleep."
Iris gently nodded, giving William a slight smile: "Mm."
Looking at Iris’s smile, William’s glass-like eyes moved slightly, he suddenly asked: "If..."
"What?"
Iris asked seeing him abruptly stop.
"Nothing really."
But William shook his head, withdrew his hand lightly, and said to Iris: "Goodnight."
"Mm, goodnight."
He walked out and turned off the light.
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