It was one of those vague dreams. I woke up and saw myself slowly flickering from view. I was flashing a smile I could not contain while holding candy in my hands. He was me as a child. I turned around but I didn't have my cousin at my side. I forgot what she said. Would she come back for me?
The boy in my identity was silent. He was cautious and very innocent. They were talking about me all this time. How I seem to be different. They were scared of an odd bloodline. But I didn't know why.
He staggered for a while, maybe I was waiting, and maybe I was not. I didn't know what that slap meant. I forgot all about it.
Then he began to cross the street. Lights after lights of terrible doubts. Life has given us roads to travel, and I keep on crossing to the other side to find another one. I was looking for him as the pictures flew like birds. The morning sky was thick and the sun was rejoicing its benevolence. He didn't deserve this. I was just a child.
I limped towards the boy. He was calm like I was. Approaching in his side is a fast moving vehicle. He shifted away from view.
If only I could make it rain. They have their hopes for me, when everyone else failed. I was left alone. How could I handle everything if I can't even look at myself? How could love be love if no one else can? The wind returned me behind the boy's back.
I pushed him that he tottered in panic. I pushed him with awe, with horrifying delight, with a lot of expectation.
The vehicle was out of control. It rammed the boy, throwing him and forcing him to the ground. The blue and green sky swept as I became the boy's vision. I saw everyone rushing towards me. I saw my parents and I returned my eyes to the sky.
I became myself again. I saw the boy being carried away. I prayed for his endless slumber and for his approaching happiness. For the last time I saw myself cry. I was wavering away; my body was turning to dust.
That boy woke up, and became me.
And I knew, I had to be.
