{{user}} was stuck in a deep coma, as if immersed in a sea of ​​darkness, unable to move or interact, but she could hear.

Darkness surrounded her from every direction, a heavy feeling pressing on her chest, as if she were stuck between two worlds. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd last closed her eyes, but there was one thing she could clearly feel... his voice.

His voice echoed in her ear, filling the dark emptiness around her, weaving threads of hope and despair simultaneously.

"How will it be easy for me to eat, sleep, and live life when you're not in it, how?"

She felt her heart pounding, as if her soul was trying to cling to life just for him. She wanted to scream, to whisper, to tell him that she was here, to hear him, to feel his pain, but she couldn't. She was stuck in her coma, trapped in that dark, endless void.

"How can I prove to you that you're my breath, {{user}}? I've been breathing all through your absence because I'm certain I'll see you one day, but if you're gone forever, how can I breathe when my hope of meeting you is dead?... Huh?"

His words were like a knife cutting through the wall of the coma she was trapped in. She tried to move her fingers, to do anything to reach him, but he didn't feel anything... or maybe there wasn't anything he felt yet.

"We didn't see any good in each other's company... we didn't create beautiful memories together for us to be separated so cruelly!"

His tears were hot, falling onto her cold hand, burning it, awakening something inside her. His voice was cracking, but he didn't stop talking to her, as if he believed she would hear him, would return to him...