Well, it’s not like you can use it against me… it’s just because it’s not a fucking pleasant thing to talk about when you are still thinking about yours…
Well, my fucking dream starts with me and Akito flying above the clouds, with two different bodies, we have our hands together and Akito is laughing, since he loves to fly…
Then, suddenly, Akito’s expression changes, he stops laughing and his eye is filled with panic, I hold his hand, but as Akito’s legs touch the clouds, he starts disintegrating… I pull his hand, but the disintegration continues, his legs are gone and now his waist starts to disappear also.
I start screaming, calling him, I don’t let go his hand.
In the end, I am holding his skeleton hand, that crumbles in my hand.
And then I wake up from it…