My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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San watched Wooyoung drift off to sleep almost immediately after they returned to the hospital. The weight of the world, or what was left of it, seemed to press down on Wooyoung's fragile frame. His eyes, once full of light and wonder, now held nothing but an emptiness that mirrored the desolate world outside. Staying awake had lost its meaning, and San could feel the pain of that realization deep in his own chest.

San sat down beside Wooyoung, his gaze fixed on his lover's peaceful yet troubled face. The room was silent, but inside San's mind, a storm was brewing. He felt his grip on sanity slipping, little by little. The thought that they might be the last two humans alive gnawed at his soul, a terrifying realization that threatened to consume him.

He didn’t want to die, but what was there left to live for? The world they once knew was gone, replaced by a haunting emptiness. Their days were filled with nothing but the echoes of the past and the silence of the present. Everything had been stripped away—hope, joy, purpose. What remained was a hollow shell of existence, a life without meaning.

San's thoughts spiraled, dragging him deeper into despair. He wanted to hold onto something, anything, but there was nothing left to grasp. The weight of their isolation bore down on him, suffocating his will to carry on. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Not while Wooyoung was still here, breathing beside him.

But the fear, the fear that one day he might wake up and find himself truly alone, was becoming too much to bear.

As San drifted off into sleep, his worries and fears began to blur at the edges, dissolving into the warm embrace of Dreamland. The darkness that had plagued his waking hours slowly gave way to a vibrant, majestic world—a place that felt impossibly real and achingly beautiful.

He found himself standing in a field of endless flowers, each petal shimmering with colors he had never seen before, as if the flowers themselves were made of light. The sky above him was a canvas of deep blues and purples, dotted with stars that twinkled like diamonds. A gentle breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it the scent of fresh earth and blooming life. It was a world untouched by despair, a sanctuary where every breath felt like a new beginning.

In this dream, San saw what he truly longed for—a life unburdened by the weight of survival, a place where he and Wooyoung could live without fear or pain. He saw them both, hand in hand, walking through the fields, their laughter echoing through the hills. There was no virus here, no death lurking in the shadows, only the pure, untainted joy of being alive.

San’s thoughts drifted like the soft clouds overhead. Was this what life was meant to be? he wondered. Had the world once held this kind of beauty, and they had just forgotten it in the chaos of their struggle? Or was this dream a glimpse into another reality, a parallel world where happiness wasn’t a fleeting moment, but the very essence of existence?

He pondered the nature of life, the fragility of it all. Perhaps life was never about the length of our days, but the depth of our moments. How many times had he and Wooyoung chased after dreams, only to see them crumble under the harsh light of reality? But here, in this dream, nothing could be taken away. Here, they were free.

"What if this is what I’ve been searching for all along?" San mused to himself. "Not the power to change the world, but the peace to accept it. The understanding that life, in its simplest form, is enough. The beauty of a single moment, the joy of a shared laugh, the warmth of a hand in mine—these are the treasures I seek."

The dream wrapped around him like a soft blanket, filling his heart with a contentment he had long forgotten. It whispered to him of hope, of love, of a world where the end wasn’t a tragedy but a transition—a passage from one beautiful chapter to the next.