Muku's mind went blank as he looked in front of him.
He felt the strength in his body leave him. He shakily held his hand out at the figure in front of him.
The figure was somewhat ethereal but he wasn't scared or even cared about that. What he cared about was that the figure was there.
Even if he was scared that his hand might go through the figure which would be the worst. He still decided to try to grab the face he missed a lot.
It looked a bit different from what he remembered. But he was sure it was the same face. After all, other than looking slightly more mature, everything else looked the same.
Soon his hand had reached the figure's cheek and caressed it gently.
"Hope..." Muku spoke the figure's name with a slightly choked and emotional voice.
