My Soul Will Find Yours

My soul will find yours," he promised as my hand gradually became transparent and his warmth on my skin started to fade.

The next second, I found myself in front of his tomb. I've returned to when and where I first met him. I looked around, it's as if what happened in the past few years was just a dream. My skirt is still torn, the strap of my left sandal broken, and my knee, scraped.

"Kaname," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I touched his moss-laden resting place. "I will wait for you; we will be together again."