"STILL LOVE YOU"

The Unfinished Dream

The last thing Yn remembered was the screech of tires and a blinding flash of light. Now, as she opened her eyes, she found herself standing on the side of the road. Confused, she looked around and then saw it: her own lifeless body lying on the pavement, surrounded by shattered glass and twisted metal.

Yn: "Is this... real?" she whispered, reaching out to touch her own face, only to have her hand pass through it like mist.

The realization hit her like a wave. She was dead. A wave of panic surged through her, but it quickly gave way to a strange calm. She looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Yn: "I can't be dead. I have to meet him... I have to tell him..." Her voice trailed off as she felt a strange pull, as if something was drawing her away from the scene of the accident.

She followed the sensation, drifting through the city she had come to know so well. The streets were bustling with life, but no one seemed to notice her. She felt like a ghost, invisible and intangible.

As she moved, memories of her past life flashed before her eyes. The harsh words and cruel taunts from the orphanage, the nights she spent alone, and the voice on the radio that had given her hope.

Jimin: "I hope that you never give up. Remember that there is a person in Korea, in the city of Seoul, that understands you."

Those words had been her lifeline. They had given her a reason to keep going. And now, even in death, they gave her a purpose. She had to find a way to reach Jimin, to let him know how much he had meant to her.

Yn: "I have to find him," she said determinedly, her eyes narrowing with resolve. "I have to let him know."

With newfound determination, Yn set off on her journey. She didn't know how or why she was still here, but she knew she couldn't rest until she fulfilled her final wish. She had to find a way to reach Jimin, to tell him everything. And she wouldn't stop until she did.

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As Yn wandered through the streets, she began to notice other spirits around her. Most of them were lost, aimlessly drifting, but there was one that stood out. A dark, ominous figure, its presence sending a chill down her spine.

Evil Spirit: "What do we have here?" the spirit hissed, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. "A fresh soul, still clinging to the world of the living."

Yn: "Who are you?" Yn asked, taking a step back. "What do you want?"

Evil Spirit: "I'm a collector of lost souls, and you, my dear, are a rare find," it sneered, moving closer. "But your attachment to the living world is strong. I can feel it."

Yn: "Stay away from me!" she shouted, trying to muster the strength to defend herself.

The spirit laughed, its voice echoing eerily in the empty street.

Evil Spirit: "You can't fight me, little one. You belong to the realm of the dead now."

Just as the spirit was about to reach her, a bright light appeared, pushing it back. Yn turned to see a kind, older spirit stepping forward, radiating a calming presence.

Guardian Spirit: "Leave her be, shadow," the spirit commanded. "She is not yours to take."

The evil spirit hissed in frustration but retreated into the shadows.