Facsimile

Prologue

fac·sim·i·le

\fak-ˈsi-mə-lē\

noun

: an exact copy

Have you ever wondered how a certain stranger would make such great impact in your life?Like when you met your bestfriend for the firstime? Or the way you met your destiny? Friends? Family? Of course you have. We all have. We all have met a stranger whom we get to talk and bond to and sometimes it blossoms into something else. But we all have been rejected once or twice. Strangers... their either friend or foe but their always neither. But he sure is neither of neither itself.
I've seen him around. Everywhere. Anywhere. Even in my dreams, he's there. I don't know him. I never get to see him upclose. But he's always there. Sometimes watching. Sometimes running. Sometimes he's just standing there. Lost to the world. In the sea of people. Drowned by noise and constant chatter of people around him. But he does'nt seem to notice. He's just there, does'nt get bothered by the busy populated street, the drizzle of the rain, the puddle of water in his boots, the soggy hoodie and equally wet hair. He just stands there unmoving while the people behind him walks so fast creating a motion blurr. He's there staring right back at me with an unreadable expresion. His face so dark. The clouds adding an effect to it. He seemed surreal. Then when I turned around, he just vanished into thin air. Like in the movies. A ghost from the past. A fragment of imagination. A blurr. Then when I get to forget about him, he appears. Yet agian, like he wants to remind me that he's there. You'll feel like he's watching you. He's creepy in a mysterious way. He gets too annoying, popping out of the blue just when you're starting to don't mind him. But one thing is for sure. I never thought he could be what I've been missing. An exact copy of what im finding. A facsimile. My facsimile.