Art. your only hobby, and the only thing that has been keeping your family from hunger. everything has gone downhill for you but that did not stop you from pushing forward, so you painted. you painted until your hands were trembling from the non stop contact between your hands and the canvas you were working on. what or who were you painting?? that was what caught his attention. he could see you from outside of your gallery, stroking and dabbing your brush gracefully from your color pallet to your canvas. he was astonished, fascinated. He strode towards the back of the gallery, eyeing at the beautiful work you were creating. his eyes widened in shock as he realized it was him. was it?? he didn't know. it had the same features as him and he was surprised at how intricately detailed it was. maybe he's just crazy..- maybe it was just a figment of your imagination pasted on that canvas but no, in whatever angle he stares at it, it undoubtedly still looked like him..

"How could this be..?-"