The bell above the bookstore door rang softly as Jay stepped inside.
A quiet place.
Dusty shelves. Warm lighting. The faint scent of paper and time.
It felt… familiar.
Too familiar.
Jay paused just inside the doorway, his chest tightening. His fingers curled slightly at his side as if remembering something his mind couldn't reach.
> "Why does it feel like I've been here before…?"
The old man behind the counter looked up briefly, then smiled in a way that made Jay uneasy—like he knew something.
"Looking for something?" he asked.
Jay hesitated.
"…I don't know."
And that was the truth.
---
Across the city, in the hospital room, Yumi felt it.
A pull.
Sharp. Sudden. Unmistakable.
Her astral form flinched, her hand instinctively clutching her chest.
> "Ah—!"
The air around her shimmered violently. The dream world flickered into existence over the hospital room—two realities overlapping like broken glass.
The garden.
The empty space.
And now—
A door.
Not the same door as before.
This one was… real.
---
Back in the bookstore, Jay's feet moved before he could think.
Step.
Step.
Step.
He stopped in front of a narrow aisle, tucked between towering shelves. His eyes scanned the spines until one book seemed to call to him.
No title on the spine.
Just a symbol.
A small, delicate drawing of—
A black cat.
Jay's breath caught.
Slowly, he reached out and pulled it from the shelf.
The moment his fingers touched the cover—
---
Yumi gasped.
The door in her world trembled violently.
Light spilled from the cracks.
Her heart pounded.
> "That's… new…"
She stepped closer, hesitant.
For ten years, everything in this place had been hers. Controlled. Predictable.
But this?
This wasn't her creation.
This was him.
---
Jay opened the book.
The pages weren't printed.
They were filled with handwriting.
Messy. Personal. Real.
His eyes scanned the first line—
> "Even if I fall asleep… I'll still listen."
His hands started shaking.
"…That letter…"
He flipped the page.
Another line.
> "If I can't reach the world… I'll build one of my own."
Jay's breathing grew uneven.
"Who… wrote this?"
---
Yumi stood in front of the door.
Her reflection shimmered faintly on its surface—transparent, fragile.
For a moment, she hesitated.
Fear crept in.
> "What if… I can't come back?"
Silence.
Then—
A voice.
Soft.
Familiar.
Right behind her.
> "You already are."
She turned sharply.
Jay stood there.
Not a shadow.
Not a blur.
Clear.
Real.
Looking straight at her.
---
Back in the bookstore—
Jay froze.
The world around him blurred.
The shelves.
The lights.
The old man.
Gone.
---
In the in-between space—
Yumi stared at him, her eyes wide, trembling.
"You… you're here," she whispered.
Jay took a slow step forward, just as unsure.
"I think… I've always been," he said quietly.
Neither of them fully understood what was happening.
But neither of them pulled away.
---
The space around them pulsed.
The door behind Yumi creaked open slightly.
Light poured through.
Warm.
Alive.
Real.
Yumi glanced at it, then back at Jay.
"…If I go through that… I might wake up."
Jay's chest tightened.
"And if you don't?"
She swallowed.
"…Then I disappear."
Silence fell between them.
Heavy.
Fragile.
Real.
---
Jay clenched his fists slightly.
"No," he said firmly.
Yumi blinked.
He stepped closer.
"You're not disappearing," he continued, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. "Not after all this."
"…You don't even know me."
Jay shook his head.
"I do," he said softly.
"…I just don't remember how yet."
---
Something inside Yumi broke.
Tears filled her eyes.
For ten years, she had been alone.
Watching.
Waiting.
Fading.
And now—
Someone saw her.
Someone reached back.
---
The door behind her opened wider.
The light grew stronger.
Her body… calling her.
Her world… collapsing.
Her time… running out.
---
Yumi looked at Jay one last time.
"…Will you find me?"
Jay didn't hesitate.
"I already am."
---
She smiled.
A real one.
Not just in her dream.
---
And then—
She stepped toward the light.
---
Back in the hospital—
The monitor spiked.
Loud.
Sharp.
Urgent.
Doctors rushed in.
"Her heart rate's rising!"
"Brain activity increasing—this isn't normal!"
"Call Dr. Kim!"
---
Yumi's fingers curled.
Her hand moved.
Her chest rose—just slightly—
For the first time in ten years.
---
Back in the bookstore—
Jay collapsed to his knees.
Gasping.
Clutching his chest.
"Yumi—!"
---
The old man behind the counter watched silently.
Then, under his breath—
"Ah… the thread is finally tightening."
---
In the hospital room—
Yumi's eyes fluttered.
Once.
Twice.
And then—
---
Black.
---
---
Darkness.
Not the quiet, familiar kind Yumi had known for years.
This was different.
Heavier.
Deeper.
Like she was sinking—not floating anymore.
Falling.
---
Her body felt… wrong.
Too heavy.
Too real.
Every inch of her burned, like her senses were waking up all at once after years of silence.
A sharp ache spread through her chest.
Her lungs—
They hurt.
> "Breathe…"
The word echoed, distant, unfamiliar.
Had she… forgotten how?
---
Somewhere far away—
Voices.
Muffled. Panicked.
"Her oxygen levels are fluctuating!"
"Stay with me, Yumi—come on!"
"Push 2cc—now!"
---
Yumi's fingers twitched again.
This time, stronger.
Her hand jerked slightly against the bedsheet.
Her chest rose—
Then fell—
Then rose again, shakier.
---
Inside the fading in-between space, fragments of light shattered around her.
The door was gone.
The garden—gone.
Everything she had built… dissolving into nothing.
And him—
Jay—
Was nowhere to be seen.
---
"No…" her voice broke.
Or maybe it didn't.
Maybe it was only inside her head.
> "Don't leave me here…"
For ten years, she had been alone.
Now that she had found him—
Now that someone finally saw her—
She couldn't lose that.
Not now.
Not when she was so close.
---
Back in the bookstore—
Jay's vision blurred.
His breathing was uneven, shallow.
The book had fallen from his hands, pages fluttering wildly as if caught in an invisible wind.
"Yumi…" he whispered again, weaker this time.
His fingers clawed at the floor.
Something was pulling him.
Not physically—
But deeper.
Inside.
Like a thread tied to his heart was being yanked tighter and tighter.
---
The old man stepped out from behind the counter slowly.
His gaze dropped to the fallen book.
Then to Jay.
"You feel it, don't you?" he murmured.
Jay didn't respond.
Couldn't.
---
"She crossed the threshold," the old man continued quietly. "But the bridge isn't stable yet."
He crouched beside Jay, picking up the book.
"Ten years is a long time to exist between worlds," he said. "Coming back… always has a price."
---
Back in the hospital—
"Her brain activity is spiking again!"
"Wait—look at her eyes!"
---
Yumi's eyelids trembled violently.
Her lashes fluttered.
Light—
Too bright—
Burned against her closed vision.
---
Pain shot through her head.
Her chest tightened.
Her heartbeat—loud, erratic—echoed in her ears.
> Thump.
> Thump.
> THUMP.
---
"Yumi," a voice whispered.
Soft.
Familiar.
Close.
---
Her mind clung to it.
> "Jay…"
The name formed slowly.
Weakly.
But real.
---
Her lips parted.
Dry.
Shaking.
Barely moving.
But trying.
---
Back in the bookstore—
Jay's head snapped up.
His eyes widened.
"…Did you hear that?" he whispered.
The old man said nothing.
Only watched.
---
Jay's heart pounded violently.
> Thump.
> Thump.
> THUMP.
The same rhythm.
The same pull.
---
"She's calling you," the old man finally said.
---
Jay staggered to his feet.
"I have to go."
---
"Do you even know where she is?" the old man asked calmly.
Jay froze.
Silence.
Then—
"…No."
---
The old man smiled faintly, holding out the book.
"Then start here."
---
Jay looked down.
The pages had changed.
No longer scattered thoughts.
No longer fragments.
Now—
An address.
Clear.
Written in bold ink.
---
Jay's breath caught.
"…This is…"
---
Back in the hospital—
A tear slipped from the corner of Yumi's eye.
Her lips trembled again.
And this time—
A sound escaped.
Broken.
Fragile.
Barely there.
---
"…J…ay…"
---
The monitor spiked sharply.
"Did you hear that?!"
"She made a sound!"
"Call her family—now!"
---
And somewhere between breath and silence—
Between dream and reality—
Yumi fought her way back.
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To be continued… 🌙