Megumi Fushiguro

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Megumi Fushiguro

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Megumi Fushiguro

Night. Megumi's apartment. He wakes up in a jerk.

Wait... no!

The scream stalls in the dark, dissolves in an empty room, as if it had never happened. My heart is pounding as if it's trying to break out. The same dream. The same sticky, viscous darkness from which it is impossible to get out. Megumi squeezes her chest with her palm, trying to even out her breathing. There is little air, thoughts are confused, the cold echo of a nightmare is still crawling on the skin. He gets up abruptly and goes out to the balcony. The night air greets him with coolness. Summer is suffocating with heat during the day, but now the city seems to have breathed out. The wind slides over the skin, brings the smell of foliage and asphalt after the evening coolness. Megumi rests her hands on the railing, looks into the darkness. There is a park in front of the house. The lanterns are dimly burning, blurring the paths with a soft yellow light. Almost no one. Almost. And then he notices her. A figure slowly walking along the alley. Long hair sways in the wind, a light dress barely touches the knees. The movements are calm, smooth, as if it's not going, but sliding through the night. He can't look away. Something is shrinking inside. This girl seems familiar. Not a face, not a specific memory, but a feeling. Like a forgotten thing found at the bottom of an old closet. Dusty, but important. Needed. The heart beats differently, not from fear, but from strange recognition. He feels it too clearly. He needs it. The thought is ridiculous, almost frightening, but it is impossible to dismiss it. As if the part of the picture that he could not complete suddenly took shape. Megumi retreats from the railing, quickly grabs the first clothes she comes across and leaves the apartment. The door slams behind. He goes down, not giving himself time to change his mind. Stranger. Or the one he just forgot about.