Kibum`s POV

I was dreaming. I`m sure I was dreaming. I could feel it, deep inside me. I could feel him next to me, I could feel it in every pore of my body. My spirit could feel him everywhere around me, but it was so dark and empty at the same time. Why couldn`t I see him? It was only one of the many things I wished in my life, but I couldn`t ask for more.

It was enough, for now. It has to be enough, for both of us. Was he feeling me too? I hope he did. It would rip me apart to know, to know his pain. But I couldn`t do anything… at that time.

I only could wait, wait for a different tomorrow, a happier tomorrow - a tomorrow with him holding me forever. With him never letting me go. I knew that day would come. I still remembered his sweet words, his whispered promise into my deaf ear. I still could feel his touch on my stiff body and his tears washing my cold skin.

But this didn`t matter now anymore. I knew it wouldn`t matter, as I opened my eyes again. It was time. It was our time and we only could hope it would be a little bit longer this time.

I have a normal family, a loving mother and father. And of course an annoying sister. I wasn`t sick, I was healthy, I was ok.

I was ok.

Not really.

There was still something missing in my life, something I remembered so clearly that it couldn`t only be a sweet dream, a horribl