[A/N]: For real. This is an ending. Evanescence officially ended on this chapter. More a/n in the bottom and only additional explanation chapter is next. Sorry for ruining your reading experience.

"Who am I ?" She ask, and I'm about to answer when I realized she never once look my way.

She looks like she was conversing with someone else in the room, although its supposed to be just her, or me.

She then continue to walk to where the TV was, and turned it on.

For a good amount of time, she watched the TV showing static, before snapping her head to another direction. I looked at her in confusion, wondering why did she moved so suddenly.

"Why? You don't like it?" She let out a pouty whine, and I'm now convinced that she was hallucinating again. Not just an entirely new channel on this static TV, but another person in the room.

I tried talking to her, but she looks like she didn't hear anything I said.

So I stayed put and refrained from touching or talking to her, deciding that watching her from a distance is enough.

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It had been a while since she started hallucinating the other person I assume was me, since she literally call this person 'Seokjin' and 'Jin-ie'. And sadly, I couldn't do anything

So then out of boredom, I tried to touch some things, and maybe lift them if my hands didn't go through them.

One of the things I tried, was the door.

I don't what kind of willpower I have to make the door slightly ajar. But it wasn't enough to fit a person to get out. Enough to let out lights from the outside.

"Why did they opened the door?"

They don't. I opened it for you.

I just wish you could get out of here.

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The second time I try again to open the door, it worked. I'm feeling a bit dizzy, but she saw the door and stare at it.

She then proceeds to ran all her might, exiting through the door

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"Jin-ie! Where are you?"

She reached our room in a hurry, and began screaming all over for me.

Did she still couldn't see me? A part of me feel the pain I shouldn't be able to feel.

I inhale some fresh air my dead lungs doesn't need, and reply slowly.

"I'm here, dear. Behind you"

She looked behind to see me. I'm so glad she could hear and see me. I smiled at her, but then she falls to the ground

"Why did you leave me? You promised you wouldn't leave me alone!"

She cried in agony, while my heart tear a bit with every little sobs she let out.

"I'm sorry. I'll never leave your side. Again."

"As long as you promise me you wouldn't"

I'm so scared of losing her again. I'm now given a chance to be with her again. If she really loves me, she'll come with me. And this time, we'll be together.

"I'd do anything for you, Jin-ie." She said, wiping her tears and snot. I smiled at her like I used to.

"Well then come with me. I've never lied to you, don't I ?"

She took my hand, as I felt the warmth engulfing me. I helped her stand up and started walking to the bathroom, dragging me with her.

She hesitates for a minute, before looking up to me again.

"Are you all right?"

She shook her head gently and cupped my cheeks in her hand, leaning so that our foreheads touched.

"Nothing much. I'm just too happy to be with you."

She then pecked me in the lips before continuing her actions so that we'll be together.

'Drop'

The familiar sound of water dropping finishes it.

Now, we'll be together again.

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