Kill Me If You Hate Me

For Hazel, there was no difference between waking up and dreaming now because her mind was occupied with Regan. As Regan wouldn’t show up before her, light and darkness didn’t matter to her anymore. Even though nobody had told her about her condition, she could vaguely feel it and didn’t get flustered or frightened. At this moment, she could hear nothing, even the sound of the wind. Since her surroundings could never be so quiet, she figured out that the problem was herself. Seemingly, there was something wrong with her hearing now. Not only this but her vision too. However, these weren’t important to her. Instead of being distressed with her condition, she thought about Regan more. Currently, the question of whether people would have the next life was putting put her into a dilemma. Or, could there be a parallel dimension of this world? If there were one, she would meet with Regan even if she died. However, what should she do if all of these didn’t exist? Would she be separated from R