Now it was the norm to dream of the big field and to find myself waking up after I try to take a step when approaching myself.
I was used to seeing my emotionless face staring into my soul and to me waking up when I take a step forward, I was used to it.
Until I wasn't.
One night, I remember going to bed and tucking myself in. I dreamt of the same surroundings, and then I see myself in my usual spot, staring at me. I expected to be woken up the second I took a step forward but, nothing.
I took a step forward and I didn't wake up, it felt strange to say at the very least. When I got over the feeling, I walked up to my figure, one careful step after the other.
I reached myself and I remember touching my hands. Cold. It was unusually cold. From up close my face looked pale and lifeless, as if I don't have emotions and is a corpse.
I examined my figure, but the whole time I did; not once did the emotionless eyes that had watched me in previous dreams looked at me. It continued staring at the front and it made me wonder why.
I follow its gaze and the revelation made me shiver to the core.
The thought that my figure stared at me died in an instant.
It wasn't looking at me.
He was looking through me.
What got its' gaze locked and focused on was another figure of a man. A man who looked awfully familiar.
On the other side of the field stood a man who stared back at my figure with a sad expression. His skin was cracking, breaking and falling like a broken statue.
Yoon Jeonghan stared back at my figure with an expression that will haunt me forever.
I woke up crying.
