• Tears slid down the pale face, as it watched out the window. A simple act was all it toke for the figure to finally explode and fall to the ground. It had been almost three years since the accident happened, and the pale artist still believed that his lover would return to him someday. If not in human form, then as a spectral spirit.
    The artist stood from his grounded position and wiped his eyes. Once again, He watched the people on the street look into his window and laugh. He sighed and finally closed the blinds. Just now, After such a long time, He realized that his once pure and kind-hearted lover was never going to return. He would never be able to hold that body in his arms. He would be doomed to forever wander the earth in pain and misery till the end of his days.
    A knock sounded at his door, and upon opening it, he found his once slender older sister and her beautiful one month old in her arms, standing there with a sweet smile. He stepped back to allow his sister entrance and toke her coat.
    “Here, This is your new nephew. His name is Tomas.” He sister said passing The sleeping baby to her younger brother.
    The artist toke the small baby into his hold and gasped softly. The baby looked just like his forgotten lover. Tears began to fall from his face once again.
    “You kept your promise after all.” He kissed the baby in his arms and looked at his joyful sister. “He’s beautiful. Hello Tomas, I’m you uncle Eric.” The small baby opened his eyes and looked into Eric’s shimmering green orbs. He then smiled softly as if to say: I told you I’d see you again.
    Then, for the first time in over three years, Eric smiled softly.