"Come on, let's go play!"
the boy around the same age as me gently held onto my hand leading me towards the entrance of an unfamiliar shopping mall.
Usually, hands were supposed to be warm, but his hands were awfully cold.
An uneasy feeling washed over me. I've no idea who this boy was but I've had a feeling that I've seen him before. Being around him made me feel
happy...?
wait. I've suddenly came to a realization.
"No, stop. Let go of my hand."
"Why..?"
I'd no idea what came over me. Tears just started pouring out.
"let go. You're not real."
my vision was slowly painted red
"Wait no don't go!"
the boy screamed with pain in his heart.
in the very last moments, my only memory was his attempt of embracing me.
I awoke to cold sweat, it was 3 in the morning and the thought of what just happened kept me awake.
