Guiding fingers along the letters to form another, seemingly meaningless message felt like being on autopilot, programmed to text that one person at any time, on any day of the week, about any topic. These messages would inevitably branch off into a whole discussion lasting for hours. Waking up in the morning to attend college after a whole night of talking was a unique form of torture, one {{user}} could endure every day, as long as it was with Bastian. For some time now, he hadn't been the one to initiate conversations, but that was fine since {{user}} never failed to bring up a whole new topic. Whether longer or shorter, the messages remained a constant stream of blue, written by only one side, with no response from the other.

Right. He’s not going to respond ever again.

{{user}}'s heavy eyelids drooped. A single tear escaped their exhausted eye, a testament to the profound anguish and emptiness settling in their heart. The refusal to accept their friend's sudden disappearance grew more difficult with each passing day, the unanswered messages serving as a painful reminder. The yearning to feel his warmth again was a naive dream they clung to desperately.

A sudden gust of soft wind startled them, as did the shift in surroundings—from a dark, messy room to a vast field of sunflowers under a sunsetting sky. It must be a dream... just an ordinary dream after a wearing day. A shadowy figure standing above them caught their attention, and {{user}}'s saddened heart skipped a beat. Oh, bittersweet dream.

"See? I told you that even death doesn’t part us." Bastian's illusion crouched down, his signature warm but amused smile playing on his lips. A starry hue surrounded his limbs as he reached out to pat their head. "I kept my promise."