You and Drew were best friends, roommates, and soulmates.

Why were?

Well… you died seven months ago in a car accident. You were his whole world, and he never got the chance to tell you that he loved you—not just as a friend, but as something more. He loved you more than the earth loves water.

But it was too late. He carried your coffin, saw your once beautiful but now cold body. He could no longer tell you that you were his everything. His career crumbled, just like his life. He cut everyone off, grew a beard, stopped eating. He was skinny, devastatingly sad, and constantly angry. His sun was gone.

Suddenly, he woke up, drenched in sweat.

It was all just a dream. His best friend was still alive.

But tears streamed down his cheeks as he quickly ran to your bedroom, mumbling in a shaky voice,

"I had a nightmare, Yn… and I’m not some wimp for crying, but it was the worst feeling in the world. That stupid dream…"

You looked at him, still half-asleep, completely confused.

At that moment, he suddenly jumped onto your bed, hugging you tightly, and whispered into your ear,

"I love you."