For You, For Me, It Was a Dream

He and I... that day, the two of us were walking down the road, standing so, so, so close that we could hear each other's breathing. The street was quiet, so quiet we could feel the restlessness in each other's hearts.

Our hands kept brushing against each other. I said... I'm about to quit and move to another city. Can I hold your hand?

He happily said, Sure... And then we held hands, clasping each other tightly, fingers interlaced... I asked, You don't mind? He said, Of course not.

I asked... Do you like it? He said... It's nice.

That road was clearly short, but we walked it for a very, very long time. Long enough to wish time would stop in that moment, to wish the story would end right there. But it didn't...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.