13

(Elaine’s POV)

Even in death, I guess it’s unavoidable to dream your last dream. As my body limped from the amount of blood I lost, the sight of my detached tongue—cold and stiff on the surface of the bed—was the last thing I saw before my eyes closed.

The darkness continued until I mysteriously heard a familiar voice near me. Silence filled my ears again after that last desperate call, then it appeared, this time right beside me. I felt something warm engulfing me, something I don’t even know but I feel safe in it.

Is this what death feels like?

If so, why didn’t I think of dying sooner?

It’s better dying than living, it’s better to end this suffering than constantly getting trapped in it.

“You’re beautiful…”

My heart jumped in elation from that single sentence. I tried to look for the person who said those cherishing words to me, but apart from the unclear red view I’m seeing, the person’s face is blurry.

It’