(Y/N) P.O.V
It was the night after I didn't sleep.
I didn't dream about you.
Scared.
I was scared.
I didn't want to lose you.
I felt so dumb.
Why didn't I sleep?
Maybe you had a reason.
This sounds so ridiculous.
Why should you explain something?
You probably don't know that I'm dreaming about you.
How should you know?
None of our conversations were real.
It was only on my dreams.
I created you as my partner since you were beautiful.
The red eyes?
I imagined it.
They can't be real.
Why should you have red eyes?
You're human.
Well, I think so.
No.
Supernatural things don't exist.
I'm sorry that I was dumb enough to believe I could be happy again.
Even if you're only in my imagination, I can hear your voice resounding in my head.
Your deep chuckles.
Your soft voice when I was down.
Your stern voice when I was whining about life.
I remember everything.
As if it was real.
But again, it wasn't real.
A dream.
A dream in a dream.
I fell for you.
That's even dumber than thinking you would know that I'm dreaming about you.
I'm not sure if my brain is working.
I'm sorry.
I won't bother you anymore.
But I want that you will say my name in real life just once.
Only one time.
After that I can die.
Peacefully.