Akira sighed as the video ended, and for a nice while just stared at the screen. Was it some kind of a hallucination? Because it seemed almost impossible for things to take so many right turns at once. He couldn't have so much luck, it defied nature.<br/><br/>Not that he'd complain, though. He wouldn't, ever... A smile appeared on his lips as he thought about that, and it remained there after he started watching another series of a programme he liked on his laptop. It was a warm smile, so warm it warned his whole self up. This was the happiest he's been in a long time, and he couldn't wait to return home after tomorrow's training just to talk to her. Comfortable and easy to type or not, he didn't care.<br/><br/>A few weeks later, the situation was fairly similar - he was stretched before his laptop and writing to no one else but her. This time, however, it was in his bed, and typing a few sentences took him an eternity.<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey Abigail. Hows school been today? I hope good. Srry I cant write much, its kinda difficult today :( you can call me im not going anywhere just dunno if you wanna see me like a husk of misery. if not ill try to write more even then."</span>She could bring his mood up... It was fun to talk to her.<br/><br/>If there just wasn't this stupid curse of his, they might have been happy for the rest of... The time itself? Or was he just dreaming?