The Twelfth Year After His Death

Also titled Half My Luck

Twelve years after he died, I saw him.

I don't know whether what I saw was real, but even if it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.

Because I love him.

Blurb

(I don't know when I'll write this. I forgot the outline I came up with before...)

[Blurb written on 2026.3.15; screenshot saved]

Theme: The twelfth year after his death