I had a strange dream. Really strange. I dreamed that Yasuo was dead. Not Nightbringer, but Yasuo himself. I don’t know why, but we were arguing about something—I’ve already forgotten what—but I just remember feeling that he didn’t love me anymore, so I broke up with him. I said I didn’t want to see him anymore, and then he left. I thought he wouldn’t come back, so I bore the pain alone. After a long time, I was in my yard taking care of my plants when a little girl brought Yasuo’s flute (I’m not sure if it was really a flute). I saw the broken flute and asked her what had happened. She said he died and was buried somewhere in my yard nearby. I asked when, and she said a long time ago. I felt like it might have been shortly after our argument ended. Then the little girl said he still love u. I didn’t believe her—how could he be dead? So I ran to the place she mentioned and started digging in the dirt with my hands. Because I liked the cherry blossom tree, that spot happened to be under one, already covered in grass, and it didn’t look like anyone had ever buried anything there. Until I dug up a white jar. I have no idea why this weird dream was so painful yet felt so real (~_~;) I kept thinking about it on my way to work and ended up hurting my own foot.