YOUR LAST PAINTING / KNJ

I can see the shadow of a figure kneeling and feel a hand on my back then hear a raspy voice saying;

.. : I never thought I'd see you here..(y/n) why did you make this decision?

Not understanding yet again what is going on or how he knows my name, I'm trying my best to calm down while forgetting about the fact that a stranger yet familiar face knows who I am, not to forget to mention that I'm in a place that looks.. hopeless, filled with souls that are dissociating while painting with slow strokes on their canvas, everything before my eyes look like a movie scene, a slow-motion act, seems unreal, just like the gentleman still sitting down next to me.

Gathering my courage, I dare to look into his eyes while mine is probably red at this moment, I whisper with a shaky voice;

y/n : who are you? How..how do you know my name?

A little sad smile forms on his face but not a single word. You could confuse him as the angel of death with the lights accentuating the shiny gray hair and creating a halo around him.

Wake up.