My name is Ishimaru Makoto (it was written in its traditional romanji form with a format of surname then given name), but those who are close to me calls me “Maa-kun”.
My name family’s name, Ishimaru, meant round stone, and my give name, Makoto for sincerity.
I have a very black hair, and it was often coined by my friends as the blackest hair they’ve ever seen.
Whenever I hear those, I just laugh my ass out.
I’ve been living here in the crowded part of Tokyo and lately, I am having this weird dreams that somehow talks about my so-called “past life”.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.
It just doesn’t make sense.
In this dream, everyone were blurry, voices were cracked and they were difficult to understand. All I know is that they are my own.
How could I know that? Simple, there is just one phrase I seem to hear very clear.
“Somehow, we get to meet again.”
The voice was of a girl, and I just heard them a month ago.
Ever since then, I’ve been a little bit curious and somehow, something bugs me. Do all of these are real? I sometimes asked that to myself. I ask myself those things in this cold 24<sup>th</sup> of January.
Well, right now, I’m on my way on a date with my girlfriend, if you can call it like that.