She walks forward, knowing that the hall shouldn't be noiseless and empty like it is in that moment. From the sound of her echoing footsteps it is like time has slowed down and nearly frozen. She is back in the Graduation Hall, back in the same black dress she always has these strange visions in.

She should know by now that this thing tends to happen when they are in the same room.

She looks up and wishes she hadn't, and he looks up and there is a strange look there that she can never decipher. They're walking towards each other, and they both know but can never stop it.

They are both wearing formal wear, the same outfits that they seem to appear in when time slows like this. Her elegantly crafted black and blue dress and his suit and yellow tie. She wonders if he sees them like this too.

He is mere feet away, and there is a moment of hesitation, where he searched her eyes and she his. She knows that one word will stop him, and he has always made it clear that the ball is in her field.

As she goes to open her mouth she stops, she pauses, she thinks. If she says hi she is opening the door, and if she opens that door he can trample all over her heart again...

No, like very other time her eyes harden over, and in response his do as well. They both look to the side and act like nothing had exchanged between them, the last thing she feels before the room comes back to them is the soft brushing of his fingertips against hers; always the lingering questions:

"Will we ever know what happened then? When will we ever say Goodbye?"

And the hall they had grad in is gone, along with the dress and suit, the world and all it's noises come rushing back. They are in university now and she is being asked if she is okay, and she knows he is being asked the same thing.

"Of course," She offers a smile to her friend's confused look.

"Just saw someone I knew." She hears him finish to his now-girlfriend before the door closes shut behind the group he is in, and she smiles.

Just like last time.

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Emphasis is on the DRESS people. I wanted to draw that dress like I have been envisioning it for the last four years of my life. I was listening to the song and without my knowing the dress drew itself.

I've been waiting for a long time to draw this dress.

This is a small piece of me that I'll never be able to get rid of. No, we don't change clothes- that is the music video talking- but the wordless exchanges are true.

Want to know? Ask, but it's a long and weird process to explain, and I think the blurb above describes it best.

I don't own Together When by Ayumi Hamasaki, but from the moment I heard this song it became the theme for he and I, even before I knew the translations. Even if it's in another language you still KNOW when you find the song that reflects a part of you.

If you can find the name, good for you.