When Lewis slowly opened his eyes, he found himself staring blankly at the familiar ceiling of his bedchamber.
For a few moments, he remained motionless.
Almost instinctively, he raised one hand toward the ceiling, stretching it as if trying to reach for something that had already disappeared.
"..."
His hand trembled slightly before slowly falling back to the bed.
The dream.
It felt so vivid yet no matter how hard he tried to remember it, the details slipped through his fingers like sand. All he could recall was a pair of tearful golden eyes and an overwhelming feeling of sadness that stayed deep within his heart.
Then, a lump formed in his throat. Then, Lewis slowly sat up while pressing a hand against his chest.
"...Why..."
