I was awake. I wasn't sleeping. But, I still didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to look at this world, the world where my Yibo doesn't exist.
So, I pretended to be asleep.
But, my act didn't work for long as I was woken up by a female voice.

"Xiao Zhan. " The female called.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She seemed to be in her 40s and she had a gentle expression on her face.

"Did I wake you up? " She asked.

What's the use of asking now?
I just sighed and slowly sat up on the bed. My body was still weak and I could barely move. I was undergoing through physiotherapy and some exercises on a daily basis so that I can soon get back on my legs.

She walked to my side and sat on the chair that was beside my bed.

"How are you? " She asked.

"Who are you? " I asked her.

She gave a low chuckle before answering.
"Let me introduce myself, first.
I'm Mrs. Dane. I'm a psychologist. "

Psychologist? What's she doing here then?
I just stared at her with my expressionless face.

"Don't look at me like that. I won't hurt you. " She smiled.

What more can hurt me? I'm just a living dead.

"So, Zhan... How are you feeling today? " She asked me.

What should I answer her? I'm feeling good? Great? No, I'm feeling worse. I'm feeling like I'm dying. My heart's aching yet no one's understanding me.

She kept on asking me some random questions yet she gained no response from my end. I just sat on my bed, staring at the white wall in the front.

"Okay. I'll come to the main point then. " She said.
"Who's Yibo? "

My body automatically reacted as soon as the his name fell on my ears.
I turned to look at her and she smiled.

"Yi-Yibo... Yibo... Is my love... He is my life... He is my world... He.. He's my everything... " I said in a low voice.

"Hmmm... Is he the one? " She asked me as she pulled out something from a huge bag.

When did she bring that bag?

I eyed her movements as she pulled out a canvas from that bag.

"He's Yibo, right? " She asked me as she showed the painting.

This painting... It's the one that I have painted. This... This is Yibo's portrait.

"Yibo... " I whispered as I snatched the painting from her hand and hugged it tight. Yes, that's my Yibo.

Tears rolled down my eyes as soon as I saw his painting. I wanted to see him for real. I wanted to feel him for real. I wanted to hug his warm body instead of hugging this cold painting.

"So, he's Yibo. " She said.

I didn't respond to her as I kept staring at my Yibo's face. I traced his handsome face with my fingers, and a small smile arose on my face.

'Yibo... Where are you? Why aren't you coming to me? I miss you... '

"So, Zhan. Tell me about Yibo. What kind of a person he was? Do you like him? " She asked with a smile.

"Yes, my Yibo is perfect. He always tries to bring a smile on my face. He's just everything that I ever wanted. He loves me soo much and so do I. He's my world. " I said with a small smile.

She just gave a small node and continued with her questioning.

"Tell me more. How was your life with him? " She asked.

"My life was at it's best. It was wonderful. I never thought I would be that happy in this life. I just found everything that I was searching for there, with Yibo. " I said.

"That's nice to hear. " She said.

Why's she speaking like she believes me? I know no one will ever believe in my story, but the way she's listening and responding to me gives me hopes.

"So, your friend said me that you keep insisting that you time travelled. So, tell me Zhan, how was that world? The time that you experienced. " She asked.

"I stayed there from 1988 to 1992. It wasn't this developed at that time. There were no cell phones. There weren't much skyscrapers nor cars on the road. The lifestyle then was very different from now. People lived happy peaceful lives. Things weren't as costly as they are now.
There were many red brick alleyways.
The houses were small, yet beautiful.
Everything was very different yet perfect. "
I drowned in the memories of that world.

"Interesting. So, which was your favorite place to visit there? Where did Yibo take you most of the times? " She asked.

I don't know if she actually believes me or not, but still I'll tell her. This is what I actually wanted. To talk about my Yibo with someone.

"I loved to eat the shaved ice at the Granny's restaurant. He used to take me on dates regularly. We used to go to amusement parks, movies, shopping etc. But, my most favorite place and the place which we visited at least twice everything month is that park where we could see beautiful sunrise and sunset. We used to go there very often. The view was beautiful and with Yibo on my side... Everything was just perfect. " I said with a smile.

The memories rewinded and replayed in my heart, but how can I go back? It's as if I was the one who was far away.

"Zhan... " She called me and I turned to look at her.
"Look at these... " Saying so, she pulled out a few thick sheets from the same bag.
"Are these the views that you saw there?
The red brick alleyways.
Small houses, less cars on streets.
Different lifestyle.
The Granny's restaurant.
The park where you went to see the sunrise and sunset. I guess there was also a bench there under a tree. Am I right? "

I looked at her with my widened eyes. How does she know about the bench and the tree? I never told her that thing.

"Look at these... " Saying so, she placed the thick sheets on the bed, which were my paintings.

I hesitantly leaned forward and took those paintings in my hand.
And.....
No... This cannot be... No... How's this even possible?
Tears rolled down my cheeks as the heart thumped against my chest. My hands shook and I threw those paintings away.

"How? How is this possible? How? " I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself tight.
"No... This isn't true... "
I tried convincing myself.

"Xiao Zhan... Calm down... Calm down... " The female doctor patted my back.

"No... This isn't possible. " I kept repeating those words.

"Sadly it is, Zhan. These are the paintings that you have painted. And this is what you saw there. " She said in a soft voice.
"It was all an illusion, Zhan. It was all a dream. Nothing was real. "

"NO! " I yelled at her.
"What do you know? It wasn't a dream. Everything was real! "

"Zhan... Relax...
Look, these are the things that you have painted before going to coma. And these are all the things that you saw. As this is what all you had painted before the accident, your brain still remembered it and created a movie for you when you were in coma. It was all just a DREAM, Zhan. Nothing was real. "

"No! You're lying! You're a liar. How can Yibo be my dream? You maybe a dream, but Yibo can never be just a dream. My Yibo is real. Everything that I saw and experienced are real. What do you know? No one of you know. Just leave me alone and go! Go! " I yelled at her as I started throwing down all the medicines which were placed on the table next to the bed. The glass bottles shattered and the medicines were all scattered on the floor. I tried to pull out the wires attached to my body and escape from this place.

"Just go! I need no one. Just go! " I kept yelling.

Many doctors and nurses entered my room but none of their words or actions could stop me.

"No! Yibo isn't a dream! None of it was a dream! " I kept shouting as tears flooded my eyes. My whole body was hurting soo much because of my aggressive action, but my heart... it hurted the most.

"Yibo... Yibo come take me away... Yibo.... " That was when I felt a small stinge on my neck, just like before. My body soon gave up and my vision became blurry.

I felt two pair of hands on my shoulder and back as they tried to lay be back on the bed.

I was soon lying flat on bed, my eyelids felt heavy yet I tried to stare at the blank white ceiling through my blurry vision.

'They might not believe me. But I believe in myself because I believe in you. No one knows, Yibo. No one does. Because it's only me who knows how much you love me. I'll wait for you, Yibo. I'll keep waiting for you. You may not come to me now, you may not come to me today but I'm sure you'll come to me someday. I'll wait for that day patiently. Yibo..... I'm waiting for you, please come to me, I want To See You Again.