Prologue
Everyone would taste Death;
A flavor that they would savor depending on what they did and what they didn't. Either it was too bitter, or too sweet... But losing someone is just as bitter as medicine.
A medicine that overdosed your soul.
As if the cycle of your life was stopped, and that person was forcibly removed from your daily life. The Ghost of their memories, in the end, was the only thing left.
I was given the chance to see the bright light and painted colors. The colors gave me a colorful road again.
Every color was designed perfectly as if it was how the way things should be. Like how we didn't question why Life is like this. Why the ocean is blue, why the sky is clear, why the leaves are green, and why are our body is formed this way.
But the Painter was gone. Right when he finished painting my life with his colors, he vanished when I could finally see his masterpiece.
He only left me his ghost, and the trails of his colors.
But I settled for the Ghost of you.
And I miss you more than Life.
