It was quiet. A faint light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the room, and my fingertips gripped the soft, fluffy blanket. I was back. I had returned from a painful fantasy, or rather, a nightmare, someone else's reality to my own. The noise that had been ringing in my ears moments before seemed to fade into oblivion, and I opened the door, still half asleep, the oppressive silence of the room.
When I opened the door, artificial light pierced my eyes, and the living room unfolded before my eyes. I saw the familiar living room of my own home—a TV, a sofa, and so on—but somehow the artificial elements felt out of place. In the middle of the room, between the fluorescent lights and the wooden floor, a creature was rolling around, eating a snack.
“Oh, Mincia. You’re finally awake. You slept so long I thought you were dead.”
“Bae Joo-hyun?”
Joohyun opened the door and saw me standing there, silently, and spoke first. A familiar voice rang in my eardrums. I was truly back. I was back in my home, where my friend Bae Joohyun was, not a volunteer, and where, though surrounded by artificial elements, I was comfortable and familiar. Everything was different from the civil war, where the only artificial elements in the vast nature were weapons.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes, perhaps because I'd been so connected for so long, but I held them back and walked towards the kitchen. As I drank the cool, clear water, the strange feeling of seeing something familiar after so long faded away, along with sleep.
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Sia felt her blurry vision begin to regain focus, trying to recall what she had seen while sleeping. As always, Sharer was alone. Technically, she wasn't physically alone, as she was in a small shelter with many people, but no one paid her any attention or spoke to her.
Sia sighed softly and looked around, still in the tent shelter that didn't feel like a shelter at all. From the lingering smell of ammunition to the feel of the dirt beneath her bare feet, everything had become familiar, but the country's climate still hadn't quite adjusted, and she was constantly sweating. Raising her head to the sweltering sunlight, which seemed to burn even the cacti, she looked up at the sky, where an unidentifiable white smoke billowed, and through it, she spotted a fighter jet.
‘Wait a minute, a fighter jet? A fighter jet?’
A puzzled Sia recalled the scene, but a fighter jet was flying across the vast sky, its engine roaring as if to flaunt its presence. It wasn't a news helicopter with its propellers whirring, but rather a small, dedicated aircraft, fluttering around, clearly a fighter jet.
‘No... This can’t be happening.’
I kept denying it, but I already knew. What I saw in my dream was a fighter jet.
This was written before I started fanfiction, so the writing style is quite different now! I'll post often since it's short😀
