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"Every now and then, when I wake up..."

"I find myself crying."

She sat up from her bed and stared ahead at the mirror at the foot of her mattress. The familiar salty droplets rolled down her cheeks as she just gazed. Typically, it would alarm her and question herself if she gained a nightmare, but as these days continued with the same tears appearing repeatedly, it became a custom thing.

But the one thing that always made her wonder, though... just why did it start happening? Maybe her tear ducts were swelling? No, that wasn't the case. She consulted the doctors long ago to see if she had any eye infection, only to receive nothing.

"I can never recall the dream I just had, but..."

The woman wasn't aware that her problem was happening to someone else. A man around her age was also dealing with this dilemma. He sits at the edge of his bed, his eyes burning down at his empty palm. His black, messy, bedhead hair covered the sides of his optics.

"But..."

The woman eventually removed her gaze from the mirror and placed her attention on her empty palm, strands of her (H/c) hair falling slightly.

"the sensation that I've lost something... lingers for a long time."

But of course, she wasn't going to dwell too much about it. She had to get ready for work soon. Reluctantly pushing herself off, she got herself ready for the day. Showering, brushing, and changing were done quickly, much to her surprise. After preparing a quick breakfast and hastily eating it, she returned to her mirror to make sure nothing stuck out or was out of the ordinary.

'Good.'

She looked decent, at least.

Finally, she paces her way over to her desk and grabs her bracelet to add the finishing touch. The accessory wasn't too unique; it was rather simple. It was just a woven red string thread, while in the middle was a cute little gold heart charm. She smiled to herself before slipping it on. Then, she makes her way over to her shoes and leaves her apartment.

It didn't take her long to find herself on the busy sidewalks of Shibuya, Tokyo. People, subways, and cars were moving along, which would create an organized mess.

"I'm always searching for something..."

The man had gotten himself dressed and was out as well. Hands in his pockets, he was standing on a train and gazing out the window as he waited for his destination to arrive slowly. He pursed his lips lightly, deep within his thoughts.

"for someone."

The woman, who was also on a train, stared out the glass window, her hand gently pressing against the glass while the music in her earbuds was playing lowly.

"This feeling possesses me, I think, from that day... Just one day comes to mind."

The man reminisces, remembering a beautiful comet flying high in the sky. He was only 15 at the time. He remembered parking his bike at the side of a secluded road; his long blond locks were gently whirling against the wind while his devoided eyes observed the comet in awe.

"That day when the stars fell. It was almost as if..."

The woman also couldn't help but recall that night. It was the night of the summer festival. Like the man, she was around his age at the time. She wore a beautiful yukata, her (H/c) hair flying harshly against the wind as she gazed at the filling comet in an open field. The expansive sky stretched over her as she stood in wonder.

"as if it were a scene from a dream. Nothing more, nothing less---"

"--then a beautiful view."
"--then a beautiful view."

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SWITCHING PLACES.