For You, Who Are Like an Angel

It was a life without much meaning.

My life had no purpose, no clear crises or opportunities like everyone else's... not even the ordinary narrative everyone seemed to have.

I'd lived a life that was that uneventful.

Well, of course.

I'd grown up as nothing but a good child, so obedient that I could barely remember ever living by my own will.

'This dream again.'

Whenever I closed my eyes, the same scene.

As a child, I wore fine clothes, as if flaunting that I'd been born into a wealthy family and raised without want.

Beautiful delicacies of every color were laid out on a vast dining table.

A meal grand enough that anyone who saw it might believe it was the Last Supper...