Yuki Nagato

I open my eyes. I'm lying on my own bed, with the Yuki dakimakura siguiente to me. I realize my computer is on and is playing "Tomhet", por Burzum, which sums up my feelings right now - emptiness. I look up to the ceiling in despair. Damn it, was that all a dream? I mean, a part of me knew it was all along. But it felt so real... Wish it wasn't.

I stand up and pull away my window curtains. Outside, it's snowing and not a soul can be seen.
I put my hands against the window and whisper:
"Yuki..."
A tear starts rolling down my eye. The dark ambient música is still playing as I slam my head to the window...