<h4>Chapter 463: Short Story 1 : Sakayanagi Arisu (tapestry) – The Morning of Fulfilment</h4>


    I was deep at sleep.


    The appearances of myself when I was young, and of him was repeatedly projected within.


    A famous museum of that world. Even the exhibition objects made for an artistic spectacle I think. It was that grandeur, that sweet, and that madly affectionable.


    WIn a sense, that was love.


    There are many kinds of love.


    Love, charity, affection... love-and-hate.


    I think, I feel all of those towards him.


    "...3 hours and 36 minutes..."


    Each time I wake up, I always check how much time I''ve slept. If I don''t sleep for 7-8 hours, I don''t feel refreshed. That was because I was so excitedst night that I couldn''t sleep.


    The body pillow I use to support my sleep every day didn''t seem to work that much.


    "Fufufu..."


    I let out a sweetughter before I knew it.


    I have never experienced bing this excited before so I couldn''t control my feelings.


    The more I tried to hold back theughter, a smile appeared, so naturally, on my face.


    I can''t help it.


    I was exposed by the contradiction dwelling within myself right now.


    A me that would never lose to anyone.


    A him that maybe would teach me defeat.


    The conflicting feelings were shing, going back and forth, neither side yielding.


    However, there will definitely be a conclusion.


    In other words, superiority and inferiority will be decided.


    Ah— how beautiful it is.


    I hugged my body pillow tightly and a pleasant drowsiness came over me.


    I was already napping, wanting to enjoy a passionate dance with him.


    That dream of mine was being interrupted by the cold sounds of the ringing sounds from my cellphone.


    "Was that Masumi...? She''s also a worrywart, right."


    I know. Let''s continue the rest of my dreamter tonight.


    After I have settled it with him, made it clear as ck and white.


    At my leisure.