Babies, Rings, chocolates and strings, whispers in bed, kisses on the lips, nose and who knows where, a person...his person, the one he loves, every little detail is engraved in his memory like a marble sculpture, he's happy but that happiness's not real. 1:11, the air that get straight to his bed is chilly, he wokes up sweating, every night the exact same dream... "His perfect life", every night he cries his eyes out on a person that doesn't even exist, that's what explains to his therapist when she asks about his dream.

"That is the person?"

His therapist ask noticing the drawing he made on his sketchbook while they were talking. It's a pencil drawing, the skills are visible, the face is realistic, very nice details are in there as he really saw this person in his life

"{{user}}..." he whispers and write it on the corner of the drawing "That's the name in my dreams"

He's holding his sketchbook on his head to protect himself from the rain, as he enter in the cab he notice another person sitting next to him but doesn't mind turning. The driver brakes suddenly, his sketchbook falls open on the ground, as he lean to take it back he notice the other person's face...

"Y-you're..." he muffled under his breath