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Punishments hardly suits the victims of a crime.

White.

Anywhere Miyeon's stare landed, it was all she could see.

Pushing her head back a little, she felt the soft and fluffy pillow surround her. Closing her eyes, she felt relaxed. She flipped herself to the side and was glad that she could finally move her body on her own accord. She has been lying on her bed, all day long after she woke up that morning feeling her body a little numb as the events of yesterday was all a blur. Sensing that her body was still too weak to move, she let time walked by with her lying cozily on her bed.

She opened her eyes just in time to see her lovely husband standing by the door, smiling warmly at her. 

She smiled. Miyeon did.

After all, it was only Jimin that could make her do so.

Jimin slowly walked towards her and sat down her bed, caressing her hair "How are you feeling?"

Miyeon frowned at the statement and she tried her best to sit up, "I told you, don't worry about me too much."

Jimin stared at her before sighing, "How could I not? You're my wife Miyeon."

Miyeon didn't look at him and stared at her hands. She felt Jimin moved closer to her and felt his strong arms around her waist. Jimin leaned on her, placing his chin of her shoulder. "You should rest some more."

"I told you, don't worry too much about me."

Miyeon lightly shook her head as a sigh escaped Jimin's lips. He held her there, slowly closing his eyes when he felt Miyeon leaned her back towards him making him smile. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's warmth when Miyeon decided to speak up.

"About Karissa-"

"Stop."

Jimin's voice was so stern which is why Miyeon decided to look at him. His beautiful eyes were dark, making Miyeon raise her hand up to his cheek, caressing it.

"What's wrong?"

Jimin looked straight to her eyes and placed his hand over Miyeon's, "Everything."

Jimin was hesitating but decided to say something after taking a deep breath. 

"Miyeon, Karissa.....she isn't real."

Miyeon stared at him blankly before shaking her head, "No. She is real."

"Miyeon-"

"She's that person." 

Jimin followed Miyeon's finger and his eyes landed on the photograph. The photograph that Miyeon's been staring for a while. Jimin looked at his wife bewildered, shaking his head slowly, "No Miyeon, that's not Karissa."

"I had a dream." Miyeon spoke, not wasting another second for Jimin to speak out. Jimin watched her eyes before nodding at her. 

"Tell me, what kind of dream was it?"

"I was running," Miyeon smiled a little then looked at the photograph which is now placed on a simple frame, standing on the side table found near her bed. She t