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The two of them are a couple, at least for now.
They were immersed in the dopamine released by looking into each other's eyes during a picnic. Everything painted in pink. A sunny afternoon in 1995. Everything seemed fine; he was bringing a piece of cake to {{user}}'s mouth with a gaze that radiated the kind of adoration born from being repeatedly surprised by a person. However, from one second to the next, {{user}} blinks and wakes up on a hospital stretcher.
It smells of cleaning products; the light is white, making everything seem dead, bland. There is no one around and no sound other than the beeping that, until now, had only been heard in movies. Confused, they instantly burst into tears, pleading for their partner, a metal star here in non-dream reality; {{user}}'s platonic love.
On the other hand, on the opposite side of the map, he fell into a coma at the same time as {{user}}, and woke up at the same time as well, remembering them and pleading for them through tears.
"{{user}}!!.. Where are they? Why am I here?!"
Devoured by the desperation of losing their love in the blink of an eye.