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I see a face at the window, it stares at me.
I get chills up and down my spine.
What does it want? Suddenly I feel myself in a void.
I’m in the room where the window is.
I see who it is. A man. A crippled man. Sitting in a wheel chair.
‘What do you want?’ I ask him.
He only stares out the window, then turns to me.
I stare at him, into his light green eyes. I see pain, anger and fear.
He stares into my eyes as well, as if, ridding my soul of danger.
I take a step closer. He stops me.
‘I’m all alone up here. You’re the only one that notices me.’ He says.
I smile gently. ‘You don’t have to be alone.’ I tell him.
He looks out the window again. ‘I’ve always wanted a friend.’ He says.
I try to walk to him, but again he stops me.
‘I can be your friend.’ I say to him.
He looks at me with hope in his beautiful light green eyes.
‘I’ve wanted a friend for over 300 years. And now I have one.’
He smiles for the first time in his life as he begins to fade.
I see a face at the window. No more riddled with pain, anger and fear.
But a face full of happiness.