𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗇𝗂𝖺 [ 범규 ]

11

[ reality ]

I was finally in art therapy, the only activity I could somewhat tolerate since I don't have to interact with others.

I was subconsciously painting the flower beomgyu had given to me. I guess I couldn't stop thinking of him.

I began to hear whispering as I turned to see two nurses in the hall talking.

"That girl saw the boy that was here months ago" the nurse said.

"yes they were brought here at the same time of year" she said.

I slowly stood up walking over closer to the nurses to hear them clearly, pretending to grab another paint brush.

"Yeah, the kid, choi beomgyu was his name I heard"

"Yeah, I heard he died at 2 am from exhaustion.. how sad"

"Yes, isn't it weird how she saw him on the day of his death anniversary"

I dropped the paintbrush I had in my hand to the ground.

beomgyu was real.

but dead?

Is this all just some nightmare ?

or is this just my reality.

I shakily walked back to my spot as I sat there silently painting as tears slid down onto my paper.

This can't be true.

Then who was I talking to in my dreams..