161 The Shape of Forever

Dream upon dreams, night upon night, the day kept changing but, not once time seemed to move passed Hiroto. Every day in his sleep, she was the person he saw. Every day he woke up, she was the person he bid farewell to. Every day... more and more... until his tears ran dry. Until he woke up empty, knowing that he could do nothing, not even regretting.

Because she was gone.

She was long gone and he couldn't meet her again, watched her smile, watched her run, or her shadow casted on the ground on one sunny day. Even the most beautiful photo frame could no longer hold her memory. It was just a piece of glossy paper with unanimated her.

There was no more emotions, no more voice. His world turning deaf.