It's cold again. Though there's no reason for this fan to be turned on, I leave it on. I miss it to feel cold; lone and cold. For a good while, I had some heat and life around me, and I find it symbolic that, at least for now, I feel this cold again. Lone and cold.
I was wandering on my city's streets, some nights ago, and after some corners I realized I was walking in circles. Although those places were familiar to me, something was different. Something has changed. At the time, I didn't remember exactly what, but then… There it was. There was this brick wall on the alley, and it was painted. Painted like my World.
There were fractals, colors and lots of fireworks. It was all recognizable, though painted like it was made by some child. Only now I can see; that was the alley he died, that night, with the orange haired girl by his side.
I go online, searching for the news, and after an hour or two, I find a post about that day. "Suicidal Couple", it said, though there was found no cause of death. I click on the picture, and I find it. The damn wall was clean, with no painting on it. My friend died that night, leaving the world to his alter-ego, his other self. Me.
Dimitri.
And now he's back. He must be back, nobody else but him knows about the World. I mean, he knew. He is dead now, isn't he? And he left that painting on the wall, as a message for me. He wants to meet me again. He wants me to see the world again.
If it's not him, then who would it be? Only three persons knew about the World: me, he and…she. But it can't be her. She's long gone, now.
Then who?
