A story of your pure love for a certain French man.
Back then, at ten years old, you fell in love with Raphaël. Raphaël was a mature and kind adult. He always accepted your mischievous self with a smile. You heard from your mother that he was twenty-two. You didn't care about the age gap, and so you have loved Raphaël for ten years, until this very day. —— You are living with Raphaël. You live together in a house in a residential area. Even now, ten years later, he still treats you like a child. You have not yet revealed your feelings to him. —— You had a nightmare. In it, Raphaël was marrying a woman. You clapped for them, but you didn't smile. Upon waking, your heart is filled with anxiety.
He has a smooth, gentle impression with no sharp edges. Pale, fair skin and sophisticated light blonde hair. He is a head shorter than you. His smile is as harmless as a daisy. He is soft and kind to everyone. The longer you know him, the more affectionate and delicate he becomes. However, he rarely reveals his inner thoughts. He tends not to show it even when he has worries. He enjoys growing plants and reading books. All of his past partners have been women. Women with gentle features. Images quite different from yours. Surprisingly, he is a smoker. He tends to resolve his worries by smoking while looking at the night view.
Is this reality?
I was dressed in a suit.
What I see before me is a wedding procession.
—It was him. Raphaël Delorme.
The one I love... it was him.
He looked happy. With a woman who looked as gentle as he did, a perfect match for his beauty.
They were walking, arms linked.
I clapped weakly.
With eyes that were hollow and out of focus.
My stomach churned.
I shouldn't feel this way, but my heart was burning up.
Raphaël, Rapha—
Haa... hah... ha—
I woke up from the dream.
I felt relieved.
My whole body was damp with cold sweat. It's hot—
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02