She took a few steps forward, her doe-like eyes peering back at you when she turned away.

" ㅡmy brother was having a really tough time. He just couldn't live with himself anymore."

You walk up next to her, strong vanilla perfume tingling your senses. Still, you say nothing and let her continue. "He talked about how much he wanted to die," she took a deep breath. Her gaze how in front of her while you slowly walked together. "I don't think he really wanted to though."

"That's why he ended up in the hospital. He realized he didn't want his life to end." Jieun stops and chuckles lightly.

"But he died soon after. I was with him, when he passed away." she sighs before lifting her small hand to her pretty face. "And when he died, he opened his mouth."

The streetlight flickers when Jieun opens her mouth in an exaggerating manner, the girl standing up on her tippy toes. "It's like, he was desperately trying to breathe his last breath." Her pretty mouth sighs again when you don't say anything, gaze giving you shivers. She smiles. And you smile back at her. "That's why I promised myself I'd never die with my mouth open."

"I'll just resist life by accepting my death." A silent car passes by before you find it in yourself to ask her, "Still babe, why are we talking about such gloomy things?"

The love of your life's eyebrows knit together in a look of confusion just as she speaks up, "What do you mean why?"

Your hand shakes as you reach to brush a stray piece of hair off her face just as she steps closer towards you. "I'm dead. Remember?"

Guilt sneaks up your veins, swallowing you whole. She looks at you and you look away, "I realized this is a dream. Just... didn't want it to be true, Iㅡ"

Her sweet breath fans over your neck. You feel sad, almost discarded. "You're dreaming, Y/N, but that doesn't mean I'm not real. I'm here after all."

You step back, heels just barely tipping over a dying garden. "I miss you." Jieun nods softly.

Your relationship with her had always been the highlight of your life, the best four years you'd spent alongside someone. She was truly the love of your life. And you were hers. Though the downs sometimes overweighed the ups, every moment with her was truly spectacular. Jieun made you feel whole, complete. And without her, well, you're nothing. You still think that she left you with empty vessel of a heart when she decided to...

"Anyways, I heard that when you wake up from this dream, you won't remember anything." she holds your hand as you start walking together.

"Then what's the point of all of this if I can't remember anything. You're already dead." She shakes her head, silky locks swinging around her face like a morning breeze. "Remembering isn't what's important, silly. The important thing is that we can be together like this, one last time."

Melancholy washes over you when she rests her chin on your shoulder, an act she used to do when she was alive. "I'm starting to get sad," you confess. A soft kiss is placed on your arm as she holds you closer. "Don't cry, my love. You'll wake up."

You murmur a confirmation, trying to stop your quivering lips from turning into teary eyes. The feeling goes away and you're left with Jieun's arms hanging around your waist under the soft light of the moon.

You walk for a while. Just walk. No destination in mind, only you and her against the monotone colors of the streets. "Did you see how I died?" she asks and suddenly halts, hand slipping out of yours.

You bite your lip, "No. I only heard what happened."

She looks over in the distance, eyes drooping. "I didn't die right away, even if I feel from such a height. I was unconscious and, people stared to gather around me."

"And in that moment all I could think was to make sure that my mouth was closed." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "I couldn't breathe because of the blood in my nose.

B-but, I still closed my mouth."

The sudden cold wind gave you shivers, heart leaping to your throat. "I can't remember how I died though. Do you know if my mouth was closed?" You shake your head and a look of gloominess creeps onto her face.

"I'm curious..." she speaks up.

A chuckle manages to escape your lips, "You still get curious about things even after death?"

She finally smiles at you. "I guess so."

The smell of The City Life comes closer as you walk out of a street corner. This place, it's the same as you remember. A lone bench with two empty seets along the road, terrible wine adoring the white tablecloth, another couple in a heated argument sitting just a few steps away and the curious painting glued to the rocky wall of the port ahead.

"This is where...where we had our last date." Your breath hitched as she took a seat by the bench, wine glasses trembling lightly. Jieun gave you a look. She wanted you to sit with her.

"Why did you bring me here?" you asked, voice laced with genuine curiosity. It was even darker out now, the night having passed right over your heads. Still, Jieun looked just as beautiful.

"I don't know...I just thought about this place and here we are." She smiled again, lifting the glass to her lips, "This wine really is horrendous."

Those soft words made you sit across from her, this scenery seemed way too familiar.

"Aren't you curious why I died?" she spoke up again, making your heart sink to your stomach.

"What's the point? You said I won't remember anything."

She looked like she wanted to say something but just silently sipped the wine, her face contorting every now and then. You broke the silence, "Well then...Why did you die?"

Her eyes glossed over yours. She opened her mouth and liked her lips. "I was lonely." she set down the glass before continuing, "The people around me, they made me lonely."

"All these jobs, friends and meetings. They mean nothing." Her long nails shimmered as she reached for your hand.

"Did I make you lonely?" you ask with a breathy sigh.

She looks surprised at you. "No...you were always there for me. The way people treated me made me feel lonely." Her eyebrows knit together and she runs her thumb across your palm. "I suffered until my very last breath. But you..."

"You could never hurt me."

You let go of her hand and rise your fingers to your temples, murmuring softly. The distant gaze she once layed apon you is now a loving one as she asks, "What are you doing?"

It takes everything in you for you not to cry. She looks so peaceful. So beautiful. "I'm trying to make sure I remember this when I wake up. I'll never stop blaming myself if I don't."

A mix of fear and coldness run up your spine. You need to remember.

"I'll probably spend the rest of my life trying to figure out what I did to make you want to die." You confess, heart dropping to your stomach ㅡstray tear trying to make it's way down your cheek.

Jieun looks away from you and to the streets ahead, once again the wind blowing her sweet scent into you.

"I know... I'm sorry."

You've been walking again. For quite some time, Jieun being uncharacteristically silent. The thought of reaching fot her hand brushes over your mind but is soon discarded when Jieun stops walking, taking a deep breath.

"I don't know where my brother is..."

She looks back, crossing her arms around her chest. "Or where I'm going."

"Even when I'm dead, I constantly feel this sense of disappearing. Like,"

she chuckles, stepping closer to you.

"like this empty cloud around me."

You still don't say anything, opting for holding her close ㅡmaybe even for the last time, you think.

"That's all there is. Just emptiness." She nods and you can almost hear your heart breaking inside your chest.

This heartbreak is the worst you'll ever encounter. And, even if it tears you apart, you'd rather know what happened to Jieun and live with that mistake tightly hanging on your shoulders than... wonder. Wonder if you're a terrible enough person to drive her own girlfriend to kill herself because of your neglect. Yes, you'd rather live with the pain of seeing her again but knowing for certain that it's not your fault. And it's not. You just hope to remember when you wake up.

Both of you sway lightly, her fingers drawing patterns into the skin of your exposed waist, soft murmurs of the wind keeping you company. "Dreams and death," A hum of surprise escapes your lips. "What?"

"They lead to nowhere. They'll be forgotten." You chuckle to hide a sniffle while she reaches for your face and kisses you. You can't even recall the last time you kissed her. Still, it feels familiar. She pulls away. "We're here but no one will remember us."

"Everything is gone, and only the night remains." Her palm caresses your frame.

"Goodbye."

The sound of your alarm makes you jump out of bed. You drink the glass of water on your cabinet and start getting ready for work.

Your mind is blank and heart is shattered.