[Hey…]
A voice whispered.
[You… haven't forgotten me, right?]
A hand—a small hand reached out to touch my face.
[David, you haven't change, I'm glad.]
"G—greed…"
My voice, as soft as a breeze, trembled as the silhouette blinked its big, round yellow eyes.
The familiar yellow eyes I longed to see for a long time.
[Hey, you don't look okay. What's wrong?]
My tears that I've been holding back rained heavily on my face.
I hugged the silhouette, as tightly as I could.
Oddly, the silhouette wasn't just a shadow.
'I… can touch it. My hand doesn't just pass through.'
I rubbed the back of the silhouette, and then, it glowed white.
It showed me the color of the sweater he wore that day.
The glow—it moved to his shoulder, his arm, his legs, his head, and ended to his face.
"David, I… I'm home, heh!"