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Yuki was breathing heavily now, she longed to hear the name of the boy in her dreams but she only found herself listening to her own troubled breathing. She stayed a little longer in her bed, trying to go back to sleep and to find some answers but her eyes were wide open and she wasn't tired whatsoever. In the end she gave up trying to fall asleep again, she got up from her bed and moved to the sink washing her face, she looked her own reflection at the mirror on top of her sink, who was that boy? she asked herself, maybe deep inside her buried memories she knew the answer but for now she needed to do her groceries. She had been so busy with school and everything else that she hadn't buy anything of the things she needed.

She headed to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast before going out, but was shocked to see a bag full of groceries on her table. At first she was scared thinking that someone could have gotten inside of her own house, but what kind of burglar would leave a bag of things first? she asked herself. She hesitated before approaching the bag but she finally opened it slowly just to find herself even more shocked. The bag contained everything she needed to buy, from the loaf of bread to her favorite candies. She remained silent for a while trying to remember if she had bought them on her own but she was sure that she hadn't. Yuki wasn't so surprised about the candy though every since she could remember she would always find candies on her house, she wondered if it was her mother's spirit wishing her to have a good day. if it isn't my mother, then who? she thought for a while.

After a long time of hesitation, Yuki had given up trying to discover the impossible. Since it was still very early she turned on her extremely old Television on the news channel and was surprised at what she had seen on the TV. The groceries store that she so often frequented to buy everything she needed had just collapsed, she thought of the many possible answers as to what could have caused it, but found not even a reasonable one. Due to her bad luck as she would often call it, she would have definitely gotten killed from the collapsed building. You saved me again was all she could think of, thinking of how many times she had been saved now.

You have been doing this since a long time haven't you? Taking care of me... she thought as she the first thing that came to her mind was the boy in her dreams. She didn't understand this feeling, the feeling of being safe, because strange as it seemed, she felt loved once again.