I dreamt of you.

I saw you walking down a corridor. A tall, long passageway with vaulted ceilings with limestone walls and wooden floors. And along the walls were candles, waiting to be lit. You made a step forward, and the great oak door behind you thunders shut, echoing across the still dark corridor.

You walked further, and as you approach the first candle on the wall, it lights up, illuminating a large portrait hung on the opposite wall. I couldn’t recognise the face, but you could. You stopped for a moment, looking at his gentle smile, only for a few seconds before you decided to move on.

As you walked away, the first candle dies, and the next one lights up, illumninating another portrait. Again, I had no idea who he was, but the look on your face showed pain and guilt at the look of his warm eyes. Just before you move on, a spectre appears behind you.

It was the first guy, with a look of sorrow replacing the smile. You saw him, but decided to feign ignorance, and moved along.

You came across another portrait and extended out your hand to touch his face. I know this guy! I’ve met him several times, yet I don’t really know the kind of person he is. Not much of a personal friend to me, but I can see your pretty eyes soaked with tears. As you walked to look at the next portrait, the second spectre appears.

The warm eyes he had are now filled with nothing but dissapointment. Again, you paid little heed and went on.

You were sniffling, as though you know who would be on the next portrait. Further down the corridor you walked, and the further on you went, more spectres appear, all of them looking like they lost their reasons to live. And you come to another portrait.

It was me.

At that point I wasn’t so surprised anymore. And as you walked away, I could her you sobbing and sniffling through the darkness. I just had to go down, and join the other spectres - just to see what you’d do next [it was only then I knew why they were there]. And we came to the end of the corridor, and the door only waits for you to push it open.

The last candle dies out as you placed both hands on the door to push it. But you didn’t.

You shivered, and you broke down in tears. You tuck yourself away in the corner, suffering from something I could never possibly understand. I can still see you there, hugging your kness and the sniffs and sobs echo theough the corridor. A part of me felt like pointing a finger at you and tell you how much you deserve all this while laughing my heart out. Yet, another part of me just wants to hold you in my arms and say the soothing words that would dry up your tears.

I’m sure the rest felt the same way. But we all knew you’d rather lay it on someone else. We knew we have exhausted our time and our roles. It was time that we moved on, too.

One by one, the spectres vanish into thin air, each one showing you their back before doing so. Until it was only me. I had no idea what to do. I walked on to try to push the door open for you, but my gaseous arms went right through it. So I figured, its best that I leave you to settle your own qualms.

I turned to leave, and just before I was going to, I heard you say.. “…why?”. A question too togh I decided not to answer, better meant for someone who can give a proper reply.

And everything goes white.