Dream Series (5): Doki Doki Hearts //Forlorn Hope//

Seeing as another half of this blog is a boy and another is a girl. But because ladies first, the girl is the controlling one in this blog. But as a while just a paper doll. Ok, please remind me to throw this trash and not think about it.

Ah, it's one of those times.

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To be honest, Kujike's depressing mood is seeping into my mind that I have to read love stories so that my reputation as the love princess is maintained. Yet, all I see are sadness and grayness. No longer the rainbows and sunshine are ever at the end of a story.

Even so, caring for other people's relationship can be hard. After all, you'll yearn for someone to love you. But I can't get over it no matter what. And it's just because of a simple bastard that I can't get over with just because of my overwhelming curiosity over people's relationships.

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"That" dream left a bad imprint of how I view love at its finest.

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The scenes were all too sudden. The first I was in the classroom and the next I'm pulled to his.

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He was holding my hand. It's in fact not needed as our classroom's are just neighbors. Only the stairs separating the two area.

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Yet what is with the sudden feeling of calmness and the the feeling of being needed and relied on.

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I don't know what was happening but I was hugging him like a little brother. Casually brushing his hair like I'd do when I become the overly affectionate onee-san to my imouto.

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It doesn't help me to understand the situation when Ma'am E (= equation), our Math teacher is teaching something about cooking to their class.

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My mind is boggled on why am I stressing over the fact on how two girls who were supposed to display some kind of technique on washing marshmallows is beyond my comprehension.

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The first one would wash it in one basin repeatedly and then it would appear saggy and kind of gooey.

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The other one would do just was it with water and it'll look plumper than before. 

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It doesn't even make sense.

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It occurred to me that it may be an experiment for Consumer Chemistry and Ma'am E was acting as overseer since Math and Science are basically connected.

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So, what's the point of acting lovey-dovey with him?

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I stood up and went to go back to my classroom.

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He didn't let go and instead followed me.

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Yet the dream feels... kind of sad.


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When I woke up, I had the sense of why would I even see him in one of my  unconscious dreams where I let my mind freely take me? I, then, realized that the fact he'd never notice m was true. I mean, people did say when you dream of something, the opposite actually happens. I don't have the place to fight for attention as we don't communicate with each other as if we knew the other back then. During my middle school life, everything changes. Friends become strangers. Although, I can perfectly say that... they were strangers in the first place.