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Don't Dream It's Over
0 reviewsOneshot. Yuuram. Fluff. Wolfram contemplates on Yuuri's arrival in 78.
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This is what happens when I watch the last episode of KKM.
Based around the bit when they go home and poor Wolfram is crying.
One shot. Nothing more.
And there’s this song I like, called ‘Don’t Dream It’s Over’ by Crowded House.
But it’s not a songfic cause it has nothing to do with the song.
At. All.
Bad grammar on purpose.
Not that it was in the first place.
o3o;
Also posted on FF.
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Don’t Dream It’s Over
Ever since that day, that day when you left, that day when everything was finally over.
But I believed that we weren’t.
I’m always hoping, dreaming about you. Constantly thinking that one day, you’ll come back to us.
Even though you can’t, even though it’s impossible.
There’s just always… Always some part of me, that knows you’re here, here inside my heart.
A bit cheesy, but I can’t help it.
It’s comforting.
Even though your some stupid wimp who can’t save his own butt, the pleasant feeling of just
thinking of you is enough, but I still think it would have been better if you were really here.
But.
When you came back again… and my welcome wasn’t the best…
At least…
There was no need to feel like this.
Because, you were back, and nothing felt as good as this.
And that was all that mattered.
Based around the bit when they go home and poor Wolfram is crying.
One shot. Nothing more.
And there’s this song I like, called ‘Don’t Dream It’s Over’ by Crowded House.
But it’s not a songfic cause it has nothing to do with the song.
At. All.
Bad grammar on purpose.
Not that it was in the first place.
o3o;
Also posted on FF.
---
Don’t Dream It’s Over
Ever since that day, that day when you left, that day when everything was finally over.
But I believed that we weren’t.
I’m always hoping, dreaming about you. Constantly thinking that one day, you’ll come back to us.
Even though you can’t, even though it’s impossible.
There’s just always… Always some part of me, that knows you’re here, here inside my heart.
A bit cheesy, but I can’t help it.
It’s comforting.
Even though your some stupid wimp who can’t save his own butt, the pleasant feeling of just
thinking of you is enough, but I still think it would have been better if you were really here.
But.
When you came back again… and my welcome wasn’t the best…
At least…
There was no need to feel like this.
Because, you were back, and nothing felt as good as this.
And that was all that mattered.
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