He had the same smile. The physical built also are all the same. The voice, and everything in between. Except for the name. I do hear from his friends before, but I am not sure. I didn't dare to ask for it. Is he having the same dream as mine? Does he have a mutual feeling too? I can't stop but keep on staring at him. He blushed upon realizing that. It makes me flushed as well.

" I'm sorry," I said.

" You, died in my dreams. I didn't know you but I wake up crying like crazy," he told me. I became more curious.

" How did I die?" his body gestures changed. He leaned back to the chair. His fingers scribbling on the napkins.

" You drown in the sea. That sea. And I failed to save you," he explained while directing his sight to the sea. I am stunned. I don't have that part in mind. Maybe that's because I woke up or we were just simply having different dreams.

Rebirth. The white lilies he gave me symbolizes that. And here I am been given a chance to relive every moment of my life again.

" I just woke up from a coma myself. But what I saw, don't seem like a dream. To the point that I am afraid you are just my hallucinations," as I expressing my worries he listened to it carefully. Once in a while, he smiled at me. It makes me remember Namjoon's traits and find similarities in him. It feels reassuring to have found him. In the middle of the conversation, he handed me his name card. To my surprise, 'Kim Namjoon' was stated on the card. How can a dream turn out to be a reality? Everything is exactly the same, except that he said he can not hear anything in the dreams.

So he is Namjoon. He does lives nearby the sea. And work as a local police officer. He said he didn't give too much thought about the dream until he saw me a few days earlier while patrolling the area. Seeing me spending too much time staring at the beach disturbed him. He didn't really saw my face, however, he said, the atmosphere was familiar. And when he saved me the days after, he was so shocked upon seeing my face. I looked exactly like the woman in his dreams.

" You always seem troubled by something, whether it's in my dreams or real life. Mind sharing it with me?" I looked away to the sea. Trying to avoid his gazes.

" Nah, it's just my mind messed up too often sometimes," I smirked at the fact that I do admit that I am going crazy. Anxiety, depression, and traumatic past hovering with me endlessly since my childhood. Treatment won't last long. I need to find something to keep me sane in between. Like the sea and my passion for writing.

" There's always hopes in every struggle, you know," I can't believe my ears. Namjoon in my dream, said the same thing too. As much as I wished Namjoon emerged from my dreams, meeting this one making me scares. Will my end change or will it remained the same?

" I got to go,"...