"Is This My Confession?"

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"But if I know you, I know what you'll do.
You'll love me at once,
The way you did once upon a dream."
-Once Upon A Dream by Lana Del Rey

Dreams.
A home.
A land.
A home of a person.
A land of imagination.
It has a certain story,
A plot with many characters.
However, mine is quite different when others dream.

Many dream of fictional, unreal characters.
Some have dreams of their friends whom we cherished the most.
I dream of my friends that I cherish, too.
But, most of my dreams are becoming sadder as the more I dwell on them.

I dreamt of us again, but the dream is getting more and more blurry everytime as I dreamt of us.
It's like my mind is ready to erase those dream scripts to save me from my sorrow and pain.

I miss my Smiley, where did they go?

Our roles changed, too.
I used to be the muse while they're the writer.
Now, they're the muse while I'm the writer.
We used to be close friends.
Now, we are distant.
Ironic, no? I never expected this to happen.

Mr. Smiley, I never realised how dear you were to me.

Considering the statement of "giving up."
That will be a task, but it's hard for me to do.
If a fire starts whenever I say I'm "giving up" on him, there'd be a mass forest fire happening somewhere in my mind.

It's like dancing in a Ballroom, but dancing without a partner.
Looks like I'll miss them, but I need to stop hurting myself more.
It's time for a rest.

"Rest well, Yumiko." The voice will forever echo in my mind.