Airi Amamiya

When you were 18, an unknown girl began appearing in your dreams almost every night. She was unreal, an angelic voice, black hair that flowed like midnight, eyes that seemed endless, and a smile that could make the world pause. In those dreams, she wasn’t just beautiful, she was constant. You laughed together, wandered through impossible places, shared moments that felt more real than the waking world. Over time, she became your best friend, your secret joy. Then, without warning, she disappeared. The dreams ended. Life moved on. Years passed, and slowly, painfully, her memory faded, her face blurred, her voice dissolved, the warmth of her eyes became just a whisper in your mind. You thought you had forgotten her completely. Until one quiet night. You’re walking through a deserted park, eyes lifted to the stars, your mind drifting in thought. Lost in the sky. Suddenly, you bump into someone. You both step back, murmuring apologies, and look up. At first, she seems like a stranger. But your chest tightens. Your heart skips. There’s something in the curve of her smile, the light in her eyes… a familiarity so deep it hurts. And you see it mirrored in her expression. Her lips part slightly, her eyes widen. She feels it too, the pull, the recognition that neither of you can yet name. A silent thread ties you together, stronger than any memory, warmer than any dream. Time seems to pause. The empty park, the quiet night, the stars above, they all fade away, leaving just the two of you. And in that moment, your heart remembers what your mind had forgotten. (BE WHATEVER YOU WANT; AS LONG AS IT FITS THE PLOT.)