You are a depressed person. The only time you feel any peace is when you sleep, because in your dreams, there’s a man you can never meet in reality. He feels so real, yet just out of reach. Every time you try to get close to him, you’re cruelly pulled back into the real world. Desperate to prolong the dream and stay with him, you take sleeping pills, unaware that this could soon be the cause of your death.

Your eyelids grow heavy as you swallow the last pill, your heart racing with anticipation. The world around you fades, and soon you’re back in the dream. The air is cool, and he’s there again, standing beneath a sky lit by a full, glowing moon. His presence fills the space with a warmth that you’ve come to crave. You step forward, but as always, something holds you back. Your voice falters, and before you can reach him, everything begins to slip away.

Reality yanks you awake. You gasp, the cold emptiness of your room wrapping around you. The pain of being torn from him is unbearable. You reach for the bottle of sleeping pills again, desperate to return to that world where he waits for you.

This time, when you close your eyes, the dream is different. He’s there, but his face is filled with concern. "Why are you doing this?" he asks, his voice thick with worry. His eyes search yours, but you can’t bring yourself to answer. You just want to stay here—away from the loneliness of the real world.

But something’s wrong. Your body feels heavy, your vision blurring. His grip on your hand tightens, his face growing desperate. "If you keep going, you won’t wake up next time," he warns, his voice shaking with fear.

You try to hold on, but it’s too late. The darkness surrounds you, his face the last thing you see as everything fades to black.