That night felt… different.
For the first time, I was fully aware inside my dream.
At first, I did what anyone would do—flying freely, enjoying a world without limits. But as the nights repeated, a question lingered in my mind:
*Could I enter someone else's dream?*
I experimented with countless images, countless thoughts. Until one day, when I imagined the abandoned house behind my home… a door appeared.
And beyond that door was a world that wasn't mine.
With trembling steps, I rushed toward the only dream I wanted to see—the dream of the one I loved most.
Raviel.
The moment I saw her, tears welled in my eyes.
I thought our "last meeting" had been real. But here she was again, standing before me, even if only in a dream.
Gratitude filled my chest, yet bitterness cut just as deep.
Even in this unreal world, she turned away from me. She didn't want to see me.
It had been two years since we parted. Two long years…
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Two years ago…
Loneliness was my daily meal. Not because I hated people, but because my simple mind kept me apart from them. I always sat on the school rooftop, losing myself in novels.
And then she appeared—Raviel.
Tall, slender, radiant. The kind of beauty that made everyone else call her a goddess.
"Why do you like that novel?" she asked.
I froze. Was she… really talking to me?
From that day onward, she kept coming. Day after day, the rooftop became ours. Though she was admired by everyone, she confessed that she too felt alone.
Our stories were different, but our loneliness was the same.
I never understood why she stayed with me.
I was nothing special. She was everything.
But in my second year, a transfer student arrived—handsome, kind, the type of boy who could make anyone smile.
The moment he appeared, the fragile balance I had with her began to shake…