TeamShikaIno

In my dreams I got to see you, and I probably smiled in my sleep as you would sing sweet songs in my head. I wish our goodbye had been as beautiful as I had imagined, but no sad music played as we parted ways, and the sky did not cry, as I thought it would… So now I blow out this last candle, and pray myself to sleep, because I will not cry like you had expected me to. It seems our separation was really a fitting end.