Mitsuri
2 years later
There's this man, someone I remember.
I've seen him in the dreams of my childhood.
I've seen him on my daily daydreams- before at least.
My mom just said it was an imaginary friend my mind made because I didn't have any real friends.
But I saw him even after I became friends with Shinobu-chan.
That means it wasn't a mind game.
But
These visions faded as I grew up.
By 15, they were all gone.
This man, always clad in a black and white striped haori
With beautiful heterochromatic eyes
I believe was a special person from my past life.
I came this assumption while scrolling through the internet, people talking about their children remembering their past lives
I drew closer to those articles and any type of report that involved past lives and such.
Throughout the years, I worked long days, in almost 200 different studios, making money, and trying out ways to get my past life memories.
And today is the day I make it worth every yen. My last option. Past life regression.
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