The end?
Is this a joke?
Let me check. I think I got the wrong chapter.
....
It is the first chapter.
Staring at my phone in disbelief, I decided to go back to the cover page only to smack my forehead.
A few seconds ago this so-called webnovel app suggested me to read a certain chapter of a random novel to get fast pass tickets. I have been obsessed with this certain fantasy novel and am spending money to get the pass. Tempted, I jumped into the first chapter without even checking what kind of story I would read.
So here I am.
No cover.
No synopsis.
Just a bold words crumpled up together saying [Lana Had Died]
....
What a coincidence. Didn't expect my name to be up there.
....
It has to be a coincidence.
That's it. I've read too much novel with those transmigration trope where the main characters were smacked out of their misery life by truck-kun and then reincarnated as a noble princess that secretly mistreated by her family with an obsessed childhood friend with black hair and red eyes who would burn the world for her, they got married in the end and have a twin.
That kind of problem is just fiction. Not real.
And every single time, I need to remind myself of that.
Because in the last few days, my consciousness between reality and dream had gotten messed up.
I had nightmares, or Lucy Dream, whatever you call it.
Once I feel my phone slipped out of my hand and fell beside my pillow, deep asleep, I would 'wake up' just to feel my body still asleep.
It felt so heavy.
I couldn't move my body.
I tried to open my eyes. Failed.
I tried to move my finger. No success.
I tried to speak. Muted.
I couldn't even move my eyeballs.
Panicked, but I know it was a dream because I was lying flat on my back instead of my side like my position when reading a webnovel before sleeping.
And my ears were not covered.
I could hear the buzzing sound of a crowd in the distance. Like a busy morning in a city park. Considering how small the sound feels, and the bird chirping outside, I don't think we're even on the same floor. Aside from that, it's total silence.
The bed I was lying on feels so soft, with a wide thick blanket covering me up to my neck. Well, I wasn't that sure it's as wide as I imagined, just intuition from the hollow I feel in this room.
The scary part is that I couldn't sense my own breathing.
I was breathing, but I couldn't feel my chest rise up and down. I could feel the oxygen seeping into my lungs, but no movement at all.
The silence continued.
Hours passed.
How long has it been?
The soft light that seeped through the window(?) gradually retreated. The chirping and the crowd sound were gone. Now it's just darkness.
Still lying on my back with full consciousness.
If this was really a Lucy Dream thing they mentioned, I don't want to have it again. I rather have a nightmare when I could still wake up if things got worse. This total silence just feels like being buried alive, no escape, hanging onto the last consciousness, with no light and sound-
"Lana,"
HOLY SHI-
I almost shocked myself to death. If this weren't a dream, my heartbeat would beat vigorously, breathing heavily.
I swear I didn't hear the door opening. Let alone footsteps, I didn't even sense his breathing!
Since when did he..?
And why my name..?
The man I supposed stood on the right side of the bed, sighed, and with his boyish voice continued, "It's my birthday soon. Don't you wanna wish me?"
....
Who the hell are you?
Who are you? How do you know my name? Where is this? And why do I have something to do with your birthday?
This body sucks. All those questions and I asked nothing.
I could feel his hand moving under the blanket, reaching out to my hand, softly lacing his fingers in mine, and squeezing it gently.
"It's been a long time since I heard your voice." The tender voice continued.
"...."
"I miss you."
My chest tightened.
How could someone pour out such sweet words yet it hurts so much?
He slowly brought my hand close to his face, kissed it lightly. I could feel his smile through my fingertips, but I knew that he didn't mean it.
It was a pained smile.
My heart was throbbing, my eyes felt hot. This unconscious response seemed to affect me as well. I tried to open my eyes again, but even moving my eyeballs felt impossible.
I want to wake up.
I have to wake up.
It felt like the end was near, because my consciousness of this 'world' became hazy.
He quietly whispered, "It's okay, take all the time you need."
Gripping onto the last drop of my consciousness, I tried to catch his words.
"When you □□□□, I'll be here."
Opening my eyes, he's gone.
Only the tingling sensation on my fingertips remained. I wiped my tears, which I don't remember shedding.
It was a dream.
....
Yes, it's just a dream.
And from that day on, I had to remind myself that it was all a dream.
Why?
Because I keep getting those kinds of dreams after.
The moment I deep asleep, I would wake up in that body again, unconscious, with him on my side. Sometimes he just sat there caressing my hand, calling 'my' name. Some other day he just entered the room at night, apologized for his late, and grumbled about his day. He asked many questions, but sensing no reply, he sighed and answered it himself. He loves sweets, and apparently 'I' loved making dessert for him.
He said his birthday is coming, and he wished he wouldn't have to spend it alone like in past years.
And every time, I had to remind myself that it's just a dream.
....or maybe it is not?
Staring at my phone, looking at those words, it feels like he tells me that his Lana had died.
Haha.
I need to touch the grass.
It's just a dream.
I don't even back to read the chapter, I can just buy the fast pass later. Putting my phone, I grabbed my laundry that has been sitting for days, walking to the bathroom.
That's when the notification appears.
TING!
[Lana Had Died-Chapter 50-The End--has been updated]