"Gasp!"
Shuri opened her eyes, jumped up, and sat up quickly.
Her eyes, wide with surprise, darted around.
She recognized the familiar ceiling and furniture around her.
It was her own room.
"That dream again…"
For the past ten years, she had been tormented by the same dream.
In it, she was trapped near a pit of fire, desperately embracing the man she loved, begging someone to save him as he lay dying before she plunged into deep darkness.
It was a recurring nightmare, one that left her waking in a cold sweat.
The image of her beloved soaked in blood still haunted her every day, his perfectly handsome features losing life.
"Ran," she breathed his name, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly.
"Why can't I just forget you," she sobbed quietly.
Ten years ago, she woke up in the same manner, drenched in sweat and terror, but with the bewildering realization that she was back in time.
