I stood at the side walk, contemplating whether to move forward or go back to where I came from.
As I turned around to go back, I saw a man standing behind me, looking as if he saw some art being displayed.
I know, I see it always at museums. Then I realized he was looking at me.
I looked around and checked if there's anyone else around me. No one. The side walk wasn't busy, or even the streets.
As I returned my eyes to the man, he was gone.
I walked towards where I saw him, and then a flower stopped me. Oh, I mean the guy was holding a flower in front of me.
He smiled.
I died.
