Chapter 152 - Waiting For Rain

I saw that same dream again. It was a vision I had been trying my absolute best to ignore for a long time now, because deep down, I knew this was no ordinary nightmare. It felt like a memory. I struggled to figure out whether it was a fragment of my own past or someone else's hidden truth. It possessed an awfully nostalgic warmth to it, yet it depicted an event I couldn't imagine ever taking place in my past. That left me with only one haunting conclusion: it was not a memory of the past, but a memory of the future. But belonging to whom?