"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

Pain forced her to subdue and made her writhe. No matter how hard she tried to reach for her medicine, she was not able to move. Her breathing was rash. Her eyelids were slowly giving up.

What should I do? What should I do?

I can't do anything at all.

All I could do was watch her. Why can't I do anything every time I see her? Why can't I even touch her? Why do I need to see her die?

Why!?

She stopped reaching for her medicine and forced a smile as she rest on the floor. Her eyes went to my direction and her hand reached for me.

Can she see me? Does she know I’m watching? No, don’t smile at me like that. Don’t look at me.

“How laughable. I can’t do anything for him again. I’ll always be a burden no matter what happen.”

No, you’re not. I’m sure, so please don’t die.

Please.

Don’t die again.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be--

I shut the noisy alarm and wore the glasses beside the phone. I opened my phone and typed the dream I had. It had became a habit to do this every morning. I had started dreaming about her ever since we, third years, had retired from baseball.

She never failed to visit my dreams ever since then. Black hair with a cross clip on one side, violet eyes, and her dark blue jacket. I have never seen her before but her death always haunts me in my dreams.

Who are you? Why do I always dream of you?

I must be weird for dreaming about a girl I haven’t met. I just wish they’re not those silly dreams where you soon meet the person you dream about real life.

But it seems that I can’t avoid meeting her in real life.