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Step 7: Never stop dreaming!

5 years later

Among my friends of root and wand, amid each green leaf and delicate petal, there are the dancing birds and the squirrels that dart. It is as if the song, the scurries and the subtle movements of flora are their voice, the song of the garden for those who listen with more than their ears.

Slowly I tried to open my eyes, my head hurt a little bit. I tried to not move a lot and finally was able to open my eyes.

'What happened?' I thought.

I was met with a rosy ceiling.

I tried to move my head seeing a reflection of myself in a mirror on the wall.

I was on a bed, the blankets were baby blue. I had an oxygen mask on with a tiny tube inserted in my elbow.

My face was pale, my lips were dry and nearly colorless and pale. I looked simply tired.

"What's going on with me...?" I tried to speak, but my throat was dry.

I was unable to speak, my vocals were stuck and raw.

My eyes tried to search around the room. It was painted a rosy pink, there was a vase with roses next to my bed along with a plasma TV in front of my bed, attached to the wall.

My hands were unable to move, but slowly I got the hang of my fingers moving slightly.

"Bring some stilled warm water, I have to wash her face," an older woman's voice was heard from the far distance.

A young nurse came into the room with a tray on her hands, not noticing me awake. I tried to ask her for help but she did not see me, she turned to me for a slight second before looking back.

She widened her eyes immediately coming over to me.

"Y-you're awake!" She gasped, putting her hands over her mouth.

I looked at her confused nodding my head.

I tried to get up slowly, scrunching my face in pain at my stiff muscle.

"Hey take it easy, let me help you," the nurse said softly, she then gave me a glass of warm water to drink.

As soon as I greedily gulped the liquid down... rain, water, fire. Water... water, water, water. Fire.

Blood?

The accident, t-the little girl. My baby. I looked down seeing a flat stomach, immediately I felt cold blood rushing under my skin.

"T-the accident—" I whispered I couldn't speak yet "yesterday?"

The nurse tried to comprehend me, as soon as she did she bit her lip tilting her head at me. Her young mid-twenty features made her confused expression more prominent. I could be wrong, she can be older.

"Miss, it's 2040. April 23rd"

"No, it's not, it's 2034! I argued, "It's the beginning of November" I was forcing my self to speak, I was trying to get rid of this raw throat.

Her eyes softened, she placed her hands on top of my shaking hands.

"I am sorry ma'am, I am a new nurse so I am not sure about what happened to you. But I really and truly assure you it's 2030, you've been in a coma for 5 years —" she said softly, "I took care of you for the past 4 years,"

I couldn't believe my ears. No- no, no, no.

This is a nightmare.

Tears started forming in my eyes, my chest tightened —constricting pain in my chest. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was long. Very long, my face looked tired and pale. I was simply much thinner.

I lost my baby.

I lost my baby.

I didn't even know the gender.

"NO" I cried, "That's not true" I tried to yell, suddenly another nurse came in.

In the process I took the tube off my arm, not caring about the slight stinging pain.

I shut off whatever they were talking about and cried my eyes out. I d-don't care!

J-Jungkook... he is not here.

"Miss, please come down!" the other nurse tried to calm me down, worryingly looking around the room for something.

"Please, say it's 2034. I haven't slept for 5 years? Please. It's a nightmare, my baby, where is my baby! Give me my baby back!" I screamed trying to thrash around the bed.

The older nurse tried to immediately retrain me for a while. They both tried to calm me down.

B-but I couldn't. Something was shaking in me. It traumatized me. I want my child, I want my child, where is my baby? Where is my little baby?

"My child, my baby" I whispered sadly, as tears fell from my eyes. The younger nurse sighed looking at me with despair.

"Miss, do you want to eat something?" The younger nurse asked softly.

"Will I see my child, my baby. Where is my baby!" I shook her shoulder crying, my vision got blurry making me sob easily.

It's dead, isn't it? The b-baby couldn't survive...

"C'mon honey," Jenna, the older nurse said, my eyes went lifeless and immediately I refused to reply, "get some sleep —okay?"

"Maria-chan, give her the usual shot for her blood circulation," Jenna said to the nurse.

"Of course," she replied, "I'll do it when she goes to sleep"

I felt emotionless. After a few hours of washing me up and giving me a few shots. I haven't uttered a single word. I stared at the rosy wall. I couldn't feel, I couldn't think. I felt dead, I was feeling dead.

"Miss can you go to sleep, do you feel sleepy?" the younger nurse sighed looking at her senior.

I looked at the ceiling not replying.

She switched the lights off, sitting on the sofa next on the other side of the room. My baby, my child. I want my child, I want my child back.

"Miss, if you need anything. I am here" the nursed whispered softly.

I closed my eyes releasing the single tear from my eyes.

"Jungkook where are you?" I thought to my self, before falling asleep.

•••

"Miss, would you like to stroll at the lake or the garden?" Maria-chan asked. Her formality was up to a high standard.

I wouldn't have cared a few days— I mean 5 years ago.

I did not reply, I've kept quite. It was early, seeing the golden dawn of the sun it's expected to be early in the morning, the pushed my wheelchair to the rose garden. My muscles were a little stiff, I have to practice to walk once again.

The glitching cold vibrated against my skin, making me shiver a little. I pulled the white shawl around me in a tighter wrap and pinned the front with a rose pin.

The nurse laughed softly, giving me a rose.

"What is this place?" I whispered.

"Miss you're at the Jeon resident, they've built this white building seeing they have a lot of space behind the mansion. Oh, and the rose garden was gardened by your mother and mother-in-law"

I looked at the rose in my hands, they made me wear a white dress and combed my hair letting them down. I looked at the infinity roses around. The garden was beautiful —both pink and red roses combined.

"Miss would you like some tea?" she said, softly touching the roses grazing her finger over them.

I did not reply.

My hands were busy focusing at the soft red petals.

She left me on my wheelchair, sitting on a white bench. She stayed there for quite a bit of time giving me some alone time. For a while, I just stared at the rose, plucking the petals slowly and tenderly.

"Miss I'll give you some alone time alright —when you need me please press on the green button on the bracelet you're wearing," she spoke, her soft features looked down at me with worry and nodded her firmly with a smile before leaving.

I simply took an interest at the rose thorns on the stem. I poked my finger but the thorns weren't sharp enough. In fact, I just bent them.

I sighed softly, feeling pain again. Not the physical pain but the emotional pain.

"Where are you?" I whispered in into the thin air.

"I am sorry" my voice cracked as reality hit me, I couldn't brace myself with the truth. I felt disgusted to even look at my flat stomach.

It's gone, my child is gone.

And it's all my fault—

"Mirae-ah?"

He was there, eyes widened. His features sharper and looked more mature. His hair stayed long. His chin sharper, his dark green eyes a beautiful mirror of the universe.

I looked up, feeling my mouth dry.

The rose fell on my laps —the petals scattering on the bricked floor and my white dress.

My very eyes looked back at the fresh green eyes. The curly brown hair, the beautiful eyes, the delicate small body. The wide smile painted on his lips. My heart clenched, beating so loud it took over my hearing senses.

He tried to get off from J-Jungkook's? ...arms and giggled with utmost happiness.

My heart accelerated even faster, tears started to build upon on the side of my eyes.

"Mommy!"

THE END