Dead Body

Luo Yi's fingers clasped tightly around the scroll. She felt the slightest hints of anxiety bloom slowly but surely for no valid reason. 

'Where is he?' 

She could hear her pulse racing, heart threatening to burst out from her ribcage. She began to pace back and forth, trying to calm her breath. 

'He will come for her, right?'

She could feel sweat beading on her forehead and her hands getting clammy. She swallowed dryly, unable to wet her parched throat. A wave of acid welled up from her belly. She thought she might throw up.

'It had been days.' 

And since that day, she had been having the same nightmare over and over. Why was that? Who was suffering in her dreams? 

The man in her dreams sounded like he had given up on everything. He never begged for his life. He never asked for help. 

He just… 

Gave up.