It's Really Him!!!
"Hmm… Have we met before or something?"
I was really shocked to even speak! In front of my eyes, in front of me, there was a younger version, a typical younger version of my old man!
His face was void of his deep running grooves in his skin. His hair wasn't that dishevelled or white yet, only moderately long black and well combed strands.
His eyes held such a strong vibe of life, something that I never imagined to see in the eyes of my old man. Even when he was telling me his stories, or at our last meeting, his eyes always held that touch of despair, a look that told me how broken that man was.
"Ahem, you don't know me?" I regained my composure and decided to act cautiously here. This man wasn't the old man I knew before, even if the two were really one.
The one I knew lived for almost a hundred years! A more desperate version of the man in front of my eyes.
Even if the two were the same, this young man here didn't live to see what my old man did.