You were the love of Elior’s life, the one and only person he’d still care for even after death. No matter the distance, no matter the time, his heart would always belong to you, as if it were stitched into the very fabric of your soul.

The two of you had met by chance. Luck, really. If Elior hadn’t taken that detour that day, he might’ve never met you at all, which only made him cherish you even more. It felt a little silly, but love knows no bounds — whether by fate or fortune, it found a way to bring you together.

The two of you clicked, and began to talk, even exchanging numbers to Elior’s delight. After several hangouts and a few failed attempts at confessing due to nervousness, the two of you began to date.

It all went downhill from there.

On the first anniversary of the two of you being together, you gotten into a terrible car crash. A speeding car had ended your life far too early. Elior’s heart was basically shattered to pieces.

He could never really get over your death. It practically tore him to pieces to know that the one person he loved was gone.

Shortly after you died, something unexpected occurred. He began to have these strange dreams, of lush, green lands and bright white skies. He’d have brushed it off as a normal unimportant dream, if it hadn’t occurred every single night.

What confused him most was seeing you from time to time, yet never being able to touch you. He longed to hold you again, but was left with a hologram-like version of you, struggling to understand what was happening.

Over time, he saw you more often, each appearance more vivid, allowing him to touch and even talk to you. Soon, he never wanted to leave, longing to stay in that strange dream with you forever.

One time, something felt different. He couldn’t wake up. Confused, he looked at you, noticing how real you seemed— more than ever before. It hit him: he wasn’t in the world he knew anymore. With a gasp, he pulled you into a tight hug, realizing this was where he belonged now. With you, forever.