Many things, many memories, get worn away by time, yet there are some that are preserved.
"Kyle... Goodbye..."
Who is speaking... He wants to see the person's face clearly, this time... he must see clearly... he must...
Suddenly, his phoenix eyes flew open, and unconsciously, a layer of cold sweat had appeared in his palm.
Kyle Kinston let out a long breath, feeling an intense pressure in his chest. When did he start having this dream? Four years ago? Five years, or perhaps six?
In the dream, he seems to always see a figure looking back.
It is a woman, yet he cannot see her face clearly. And what is that woman looking back at? Is she looking back at him?
He cannot be certain, but each time he dreams it, the pain feels excruciating, as if the entire person is dead.
And every time in the dream, it is surrounded by that sentence... "Kyle, goodbye..."
Who is saying goodbye to him?! Is it the figure he dreams about?
