Amira had always been a lover of sleep, and Aaron couldn't help but be captivated by her tranquil slumber. As he gently brushed her hair, he couldn't resist asking, "How's your sleep?"

Good," she replied with a contented sigh.

Drawing her close, Aaron planted a tender kiss on her forehead. Concern flickered in his eyes as he asked, "Are you really okay?"

Their eyes locked, and a soft, lingering kiss sealed their unspoken connection. "Promise me you'll let me know if something's wrong," he implored, searching for reassurance in her gaze. She nodded in response.

As the sun began its descent, Aaron led her to their cherished spot by the seashore. Amira's wistful sigh broke the peaceful silence. "I wish we could stay here... forever," she mused.

Puzzled, Aaron asked, "What do you mean?" Her gaze remained fixed on the sea as a faint smile graced her lips. "Nothing. Let's savor this moment," she said, her voice carrying a hint of mystery.

"I need to sleep," Amira eventually confessed.

"Alright, promise me you'll be back here tomorrow, okay?" Aaron playfully pouted. Amira chuckled, her promise sealed with a loving kiss.

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Later, as Aaron escorted her to the waiting shelter for her bus home, he held her close. "I love you, Amira," he whispered.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with affection.

"Take care," she added just before boarding the bus.

Amira, the girl who often found solace in slumber, lived quite a distance away, yet their love kept her coming back for visits. Though Aaron had offered to visit her, she had always declined.

Time passed, and the next morning, Aaron eagerly awaited her arrival at the bus stop. When Amira stepped off the bus, he embraced her tightly.

"I missed you," he murmured as he held her close.

Their day together unfolded with a visit to the nearby church and hours spent in the park, basking in each other's presence.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they made their way to their beloved seaside spot.

"Aaron, I talked to my psychologist," Amira began, her fingers toying with the sand.

"Oh, you have one? Is it related to your sleeping issues?" Aaron inquired.

Then, Amira asked a question that sent shivers down his spine. "Would you be upset if I left you?" She seemed to disregard his previous question.

Chuckling nervously, he replied, "What kind of question is that?"

Amira closed her eyes briefly, holding his hand. "Aaron, God knows how much I want to be with you. He knows how much I love you. But, I also want to be with my parents, my family."

Aaron was perplexed. Wasn't she already with her family?

"What do you mean?" he asked, anxiety gnawing at him.

"I love you, but I need to leave," she said, her voice quivering in her final words.

"Come on, Amira, this isn't a funny joke. Please stop," Aaron pleaded, his heart aching.

"I need to leave, Aaron, and I won't be coming back," she said, breaking his heart with those words.

"What?! Amira, you said you love me, so why are you leaving? I can accompany you—"

"You don't understand."

"Then explain!" Aaron shouted.

But her final words shattered his world even further.

"Aaron, I'll die if I don't stop lucid dreaming. When I'm awake here, I'm asleep there. And when I'm asleep here, I'm awake in the real world. None of you exist in reality. I'm sorry, baby, but you're just part of my dream."