The countdown had only one day left . On the sixth night of seven , Emerie sat in the hallway outside the editing room , her form fainter than on the first day . Her soul's outline was growing unstable . Every time she neared the light , she felt her consciousness drifting slightly , as if the air was peeling her existence away bit by bit . Sean had warned her : " Until your obsession is fulfilled , you still have form . But once you approach the edge of your wish , you'll fade away . " " When you stop sensing him , touching objects , or casting a shadow - that's when everything resets to zero . " She touched her fingers that couldn't reflect in mirrors , a sudden chill gripping her heart . That day , Andrew locked down the entire office . Carrying his laptop , camera , and Emerie's script , he holed up in the abandoned editing room for twenty hours straight . His assistant called him insane . The investors said he was finished . Only she knew he was filming the final footage for her ending . He turned her words into narration , editing the commercial short film she'd never completed in her lifetime . The frames showed blue seas , twilight , blooming roses , and unsent letters . She sat beside him , watching him color - correct frame by frame . His hands shook , yet he redid it repeatedly - even producing six versions of the audio track . For the first time , she saw him love someone like this . At 11 PM , he collapsed , asleep on the desk . She drew near , slowly reaching to brush the stray hair from his forehead . The moment her hand touched his skin , she jerked back as if electrocuted . She'd started passing right through him . Not an illusion . She truly couldn't stay much longer . 0.0 % 00:06 Chapter 12 288 Vouchers On the seventh and final morning , dawn paled the sky . The wind howled across Initial Media Corporation's rooftop . Emerie stood by the railing , gazing at the familiar city . Andrew pushed open the door . Still wearing the same unwashed shirt from the editing room , unshaven stubble shad- owing his jaw , eyes bloodshot . He didn't see her . But she watched him , smiling softly . " You came . " He stood where she'd stood , staring at the distant light , murmuring : " If you're still here , see me off today . " " After this , I'll stop searching . " " I'll let you go . " She froze . He sensed her presence . Tears surged without warning . Step by step , she closed the distance . Knowing he couldn't see her , she still needed to be nearer . Wind lifted the hair by her ear . Standing behind him , she whispered : " Andrew , I have to leave . " " I came to say goodbye , not to stay . " " Live for me . Live well . " " Just remember me . " He seemed to truly hear . Eyes shut , tears traced his temples . " If you're here … give me a sign . " She raised her hand , swinging her arm with all her strength one last time . A sudden gust swept the rooftop , snatching the loose page beside him . It slapped against his cheek . He opened his eyes , smiling through tears . " Emerie … it's you , isn't it ? " She stood motionless , her lips curving gently . 46.4 % 00:06 Chapter 12 Then she stepped backward . Her footsteps grew weightless , her edges turning translucent . She couldn't speak anymore . Could only watch him . One last look . She wanted to say , " I love you . " But her voice failed her . The wind scattered her form bit by bit , and she closed her eyes . Just like that . Goodbye . Andrew suddenly turned around . No one there . Yet he knew she'd come . Just moments ago . She truly had come . He knelt at the rooftop's edge , breaking down in sobs . This farewell held no touch , no embrace , not even a goodbye . But he felt her presence with aching clarity . She had finally let go . While he never would . 82.4 % 288 Vouchers