── ❝ please don't ever become a stranger, whose laugh I could recognise anywhere. ❞
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Sleep didn't come easy to Y/N.
The flashes of her apparent accident haunted her almost every night. She wasn't even sure if they were just mere creations of her brain; for them to collide perfectly with Dohwa's dreams, for them to crawl into her realm of slumber and demolish her peace on a regular basis... she almost wondered if they were a warning of some sort.
Right now, as she looked over the expanse of the empty city from the abandoned building's rooftop, she was relieved that she had finally managed to gain some control over her nightmares. Lucid dreaming wasn't as easy as her mother claimed it to be, but when it did come to her, it was no less than a blessing bestowed by the heavens themselves.
Because lucid dreams meant meeting Dohwa. And she liked spending time with him.
She inhaled the night air, her shoulders sagging with relaxation. Her imaginary Seoul was soulless, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
