This smell of a scent reminds me of someone very old in my past life

He can never be here, can he?

It is impossible that he’d wake up in his eternal sleep

After I cried so hard and wanted to fit in with him in his eternal bed, which seemed uncomfortable,

And decides to appear when I least expected and make peace with my pierced heart

I am terrified by the footsteps coming slowly and gently behind me

It is not just the loudest footsteps but because they’re getting nearer and nearest

My heart could jump out of my body and run away if it could

His gentle, black hand on my shoulder

He whispered to me

“Do not limit yourself; you’ll achieve whatever your heart desires if you believe in yourself.”

He walked away

I could not see his face, but I am certain it was him

I shed a tear

Not terrified and trembling anymore

He was just here with me

It is not just a dream

It is a message.