"...Oh..."
He looked at the painting then looked at his hands.
"Some say he's still among us, looking for the reincarnation of his mortal lover..."
"..."
He looked at his hand them the painting again and he started walking even closer.
Strange...why is it...so familiar...
He stopped when he got close enough, he looked at his hand again and held it out. His hands smoothly swam onto the painting and his eyes closed.
He feels wetness on his cheeks. He's...crying?
"You ok, kid?"
"I-I..I don't k-know.."
"Ah..."
I-I did it! I finally found you...I'll be with you soon, my love...I promise...
He looked at his hands dripping with tears, flooding with them. He couldn't tell why either.
Timeskippy to like-three days later...?
