A LOVE BEYOND EXISTENCE
Chapter 2: A Glimpse in the
(Darkness.)
Y/N: "(Heavy breathing) No… Stop…please……!"
The sound of heavy breathing filled the space. Shadows stretched, twisting unnaturally. She tried to move—tried to scream—but her body wouldn’t obey.
Then—hands. Cold. Rough. Grabbing.
???: "Y/N…"
A faint voice. Gentle yet distant. A flash of light. The shadows disappeared, and everything fell silent. Y/N’s eyes shot open.
[Y/N’s Room]
Her vision was blurred, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A sharp pang of fear still clung to her ribs, making it hard to breathe.
The dim glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. The room was quiet—too quiet.
Y/N: (Muttering, voice trembling) "It was just a dream…"
She pressed a shaky hand against her forehead. Her skin was damp with sweat, her body tense as if she had been running for miles. She glanced at the clock _2: 00AM.TOO early, yet she knew sleep wouldn't return, the fear from the nightmare still clung to her, refusing to let go.
She swallowed, trying to steady her racing heartbeat.
One.
Two.
Three.
Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale.
Y/N: (Muttering) "Why does it always feel so real…?"
But the silence around her felt suffocating, as if the remnants of the nightmare still lingered in the air. She needed to get out.
Y/N: (Whispering to herself) "I need air."
She threw off the blanket and slid out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way to the terrace.
[On the Terrace]
The night breeze greeted her, cool against her overheated skin. She stepped onto the terrace, breathing in the crisp air, letting it wash over her.
The city stretched before her—dark buildings, distant streetlights, an occasional car passing by. But above it all, the moon remained the same.
Y/N: (Softly, as if to comfort herself) "The moon’s beautiful tonight…"
She had always loved the moon. It was constant. Unlike people, it never left. It never ignored her. It never changed.
Even when the night was cold, empty, and quiet, the moon was still there.
She exhaled slowly, watching the clouds drift past the silver glow.
For a moment, she allowed herself to forget. The nightmare. The fear. The feeling of being watched.
But then—Footsteps.
Her body tensed.
Slow. Steady. Unhurried.
[YN POV]
I blinked, glancing down at the road below. A lone figure walked under the streetlights, hands tucked in his pockets, his movements slow and unhurried.
My breath hitched when he stepped into the light.
Dark tousled hair, soft yet sharp features, an unreadable expression. There was something oddly calming about him, as if he belonged to the stillness of the night.
And then—he looked up.
Our eyes met.
I gripped the railing instinctively. His gaze was deep, warm, yet distant—like he saw something in me that even I didn’t understand.
Then—he smiled.
Not mocking. Not pitying. Just… gentle.
My heart pounded.
"Why is he smiling at me?"
And then—he looked up….Their eyes met.
Y/N: (Breath hitching) "Oh…"
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t look away. It was as if time had momentarily frozen.
His gaze was deep—intense yet warm. A silent pull, like the ocean calling to the shore.
Then—he smiled.
Not a smirk. Not a grin. Just a small, quiet smile.
Y/N’s fingers instinctively tightened around the railing.
Why… was he smiling at her?
Her heart pounded. It wasn’t a mocking smile. It wasn’t a pity. It was just… warm.
As if telling her—It’s okay….You’re okay.
But that was impossible.
He didn’t know her. He didn’t know the storm raging inside her chest.
Did he?
For a moment, it felt as if he could see right through her.
Then—without breaking eye contact, he gave her a small nod. A simple gesture. An acknowledgment of her presence.
And then, just like that, he continued walking—disappearing into the night.
Y/N stood there, unmoving.
Her heart still raced.
Her fingers hovered over her chest, as if trying to understand why it felt so… different.
Who was he?
Why did a single glance from him feel like it unraveled something deep inside her?
Just a stranger.
Just a passing moment.
And yet… for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.
But before she could process anything—
A voice behind her broke the silence.
???: "Y/N… What are you doing out here this late?"
She turned sharply, her breath catching in her throat.
Her father stood at the doorway, his brows furrowed in concern. The dim light from inside the house cast soft shadows on his face, highlighting the worry in his eyes.
Y/N: (Forcing a small smile) "I just… needed some air."
Her father stepped closer, studying her carefully. His expression softened.
y/d: "Another nightmare?"
Y/N swallowed, averting her gaze.
She didn’t have to answer. He already knew.
A deep sigh escaped him as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
y/d: "Come inside, sweetheart. It’s late."
Y/N hesitated, glancing once more at the now-empty road below.
The stranger was gone.
Had he even been real?
She exhaled slowly, nodding.
Y/N: "Okay…"
[Back in Her Room]
Her father led her inside, guiding her back to bed. She sat down, pulling her knees to her chest. He turned to leave, but just as he reached the door—
She grabbed his hand.
Y/N: (Softly, almost hesitant) “Dad… I’m not getting sleep.”
Her father stopped. His heart ached at how small her voice sounded.
For years, she had been distant—closing herself off, keeping everything buried inside. She never asked for help, never reached out.
But now, for the first time in so long… she was asking him to stay.
He turned back, sitting beside her.
y/d: (Gently, handing her a glass of water) “Here, drink some.”
She took slow sips, her fingers trembling slightly against the glass.
Seeing her still tense, he placed a warm hand on her head.
y/d: (Softly, after a pause) “You’ve never told me, but… do you still get nightmares?”
Y/N stiffened. Her grip tightened around the blanket.
She wanted to deny it—to pretend she was fine. But the lump in her throat wouldn’t let her speak.
Her father sighed, his voice filled with quiet regret.
y/d: "You know… when you were little, you never liked sleeping alone. You would always hold your mom’s hand until you fell asleep."
Y/N’s eyes flickered toward him, surprised.
Y/N: (Muttering) “I… don’t remember.”
y/d: (Soft chuckle) “You were too young.”
He hesitated before continuing, his voice turning softer.
y/d: "I know… after what happened, you started keeping everything inside. You stopped coming to us… and I won’t force you to talk. But…"
He gently squeezed her hand.
y/d: "Even if you don’t say anything, I want you to know—you’re not alone, Y/N."
Her chest tightened. For so long, she had kept everything buried, afraid to let anyone in. But right now… with her father’s warmth beside her, she felt a tiny bit of that weight ease.
She didn’t respond. But she didn’t let go of his hand either.
Her father smiled faintly, brushing her hair back.
y/d: "Try to sleep. I’ll stay here until you sleep."
Slowly, her breathing steadied. Her eyelids grew heavier.
And as she finally drifted into sleep, her father remained beside her—his own eyes closing as exhaustion took over.
And soon—
He fell asleep too, still holding her hand.
To Be Continued…
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