Koffie Aisu

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「 the prequel. 」

content warning for death, please proceed with care.

It was a day much like any other, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. The weather was nice and cool, a slight breeze tickling the leaves.A pink catgirl strolled through the shade of a tree, basking in the nice weather. As a breeze kicked off, she was suddenly assaulted with a vision of her falling through the air. Instead of a gentle breeze caressing her, the wind around her whipped and lashed out at the girl’s hair as she hurtled through the sky, the ground approaching quickly. She closed her eyes, thinking that that was it, that her life was over-And then all was quiet.She opened her eyes. She was laying in the shade of a big tree, apparently having fallen
down after seeing this vision. It’s unclear how much time had passed, but it was still daytime.
Getting up, she brushed the debris off of her cardigan and shorts, and ran as fast as she could
home, to see if what she’d just experienced was normal.Browsing the internet, Koffie wasn’t able to find much related to what had just happened,
just various articles about skydiving and memes of jumping out of planes. The only thing that
she was able to find that was even remotely useful was a WebMD article about hallucinations,
but even that wasn’t much help.
Frustrated at the lack of information available, Koffie decided to go lie down, thinking that she was just tired.As her body hit the bed, she was above the clouds again.Although she wasn’t falling this time, just floating in the sky. She panicked and thought about her rapidly approaching death and struggled about in the air. As she struggled and imagined dying, some unknown force rocketed her further and further upwards, until there was no more oxygen for her to breathe and the cold wracked her body.As the pain shot through her body, she blacked out.She woke with a start.
It happened again.The catgirl breathed deeply, appreciating the feeling of air entering her body, and wrapped herself up in her covers, savouring the warmth they offered. She tried to fall asleep, but the fear of ending up back in the sky terrified her to the point that the most she could do was stare at the ceiling until morning.
But when the sun rose, the adrenaline that kept her going through the night finally ran out, and Koffie fell into a deep slumber.It’d been a few days since Koffie’s dream about being in the sky, and she’d hardly gotten any sleep. Staying awake for so long and with so little rest caused all sorts of problems, like causing her physical health to wane, alongside a slew of other issues with her attention and
temper.She could hardly muster the energy to eat, much less cook. At some point during these restless days, she began to feel the pangs of loneliness, the lack of people in her home, the friends that hardly had the free time to spend with her. There was no one around her that she could confide in about these dreams and, indeed, fewer yet to whom she could relax around.As the days progressed, dreamless, sleepless Koffie succumbed yet to another dream.This time, she knew.
She knew that what was happening wasn’t real, and that whatever this dream was, it was going to end poorly, with her death or worse.Things proceeded pretty normally, as in, it was quite similar to her day-to-day normally, before all these dreams and whatnot started happening. In a way, things felt better in this dream than they did in real life. She didn’t feel the overbearing tiredness of a week of subsisting on caffeine, nor did she feel the ache of being alone. This being a dream to which she knew the ending, she felt strangely comforted in the way that she knew concretely how things would be, how there would be no one to stop or argue with her.
Despite these comforts, there was still a feeling of impending doom hanging over her, knowing the way that this dream ends. She wondered how she would die or black out this time for what felt like hours, that was, until she heard something coming from downstairs.
Oh. So it’s like that. She thought.
Accepting her fate, she got out of bed, threw on some clothes, not that it mattered, and clomped downstairs to see who it was that was going to end this dream.Except, it didn’t seem to be anyone plotting anything nefarious at all. There was just a person in pajamas in the kitchen, appearing to make breakfast?What.
“What are you doing?” She asked, hesitant at the sight of who looked to be a stranger in her home.
“What’s it look like? I’m making food, dummy.” They responded, apparently quite familiar with her.She shrugged it off, thinking that this was the way that the dream decided to kill her this time, she went ahead and ate breakfast with him. At this point, the dream sped up and what felt like months passed. Koffie saw, weirdly, her life with this stranger through her own eyes in a fast forward. For some reason, she felt herself becoming strangely attached to this person, depending on them for companionship and various other emotional needs.
At some point, Koffie forgot that she was in a dream.The next morning, Koffie slept in, blissful in her slumber.Though the gentle chirping of the birds wasn’t enough to wake her, the dazzling beams of sunlight that came through her window were. The light shone directly upon her face, causing her to first stir, then roll over. But when she realized that the dream had escaped her and that it was time to wake, she, defeatedly, sat up in her bed,  rubbing her eyes.
The dream, unlike most others, didn’t fade from her memory, but instead seared itself deep within her. The feelings that she’d felt during the dream came rushing back, a tidal wave overtaking her every thought, the longing for feeling as happy and as safe and not alone as she did during the dream rushed over her.
She shook her head, trying to rid herself of that feeling, though to little effect. She could feel the cold knot of dread settling in the pits of her stomach. Ignoring it the best she could, she got up and out of bed, drank some water that was on her table, and started up her pc, hoping that games and online friends would help mask this feeling.
Hours later, she still felt terrible, and it seemed that her friends had noticed, too. Despite attempts to get her to open up, Koffie refused, and instead decided to go make dinner. As she gathered her things to go downstairs, she opened the door and started to walk downstairs.Continuing to think about the dream that she’d woken up from that morning, she misstepped on a stair and-And she was falling through the air again, the wind deafening in her ears, whipping her hair around her face until it hurt. The pit in her stomach was still there, cold and terrible as she fell through the endless sky.Ah, so this is how this life ends.
Though the longing wasn’t yet gone, Koffie didn’t feel fear or any sort of panic as she fell. Having been through this exact experience, she’d come to grips with this ending, though the familiarity of the situation did nothing to calm her.I’m... scared...She hoped with every fiber of her being that this was just another dream, though in her heart of hearts, she knew. She knew that this one, for some reason, is real. Koffie thought back to everything in her life that’d happened, everything that has led up to this point. She thought about the people that she had met, the things that she has done.I’m... really scared...And then she thought about the things she hadn’t done. The people she hadn’t met.I don’t want to die.
I’m scared.
I want to love.
There’s so much I could prove to the world.
This is my chance.
I want to fight this.
Darkness.It was a day much like any other, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. The weather was nice and cool, a slight breeze tickling the leaves. A pink catgirl was laying on the floor of a forest clearing, unconscious.Her eyes opened.I will fight this.Koffie stood with little effort, brushing the dust and debris off her dress, tail, and hair and began to make her way home. Thinking all the while on what had happened. The pit in her stomach was still there, she still felt lonely, though on a far smaller scale. There was an overwhelming feeling of hope, that she’d been given a second chance, and because of that, she walked with confidence in her step as she exited the forest.