All I could remember were death and razors.
Razors and death.
My blood ran cold as I sat up from the bed, the white sheets sliding off from my skin.
It was so vivid.
It felt so real.
The man in that life, which was labeled as a soulmate whom I've ended myself over.
How foolish, but I'm gradually happy that I woke up after doing something so foolishly in that dream.
I quickly eyed my surroundings, my heart stopped as I took in a deep breath.
Machines hooked to my body, a low beep was humming in the distance, white carts
And hospital gowns were clearly visible.
Checking my arms or revealed that it was completely clean other than a few bruises, only to be them attacked by a panting headache which surged through my brain.
Why am I here?
What happened?
My heart stopped at I looks to my self in the mirror. My face was sunken, eye bags drooping and my whole forehead was bandaged.
I looked anorexic, my healthy male body was no longer there. What could've happened to me?
The doors
Non slowly began to turn, which of course opened the door.
A man with caramel brown hair, formed in spikes came to view.
Our eyes connected and his green orbs locked with mine.
"Hi I am the doctor that is in charge of you, Dr. Larsin."
All I could do was stare in silence, my heart tears increasing. "You were in a car accident which lead you to a comma for about 4 months, so things may be a bit confusing for you right now."
And that's when it hit me.
I was only dreaming of him because I've must've heard his voice, soulmates never exists in this world.
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But larsin felt the same, his heart race quickening as he recognized that gaze that seeped into his mind.
