Cyril slowly turned around. He looked at the sharp bushes there, there was a mound of something down there. It could be the house where he once lived with Riana. The image of a boy and a girl reappeared in Cyril's vision and made him take a step forward. It felt like he would find something if he kept following his memories.
"SIR!" a gangly boy stopped Cyril's steps completely this time.
The touch of the boy's hand was like a baby's skin, very real, and made him realize his stupid decision. He unconsciously raised his hand and pinched the bright-eyed boy's dust-covered nose.
"It hurts, sir!" The boy complained to Cyril.
"Sorry!" Cyril moved his hand away from the boy's nose. And the boy who stopped him also removed his hand from Cyril's wrist. "What do you want from me?" asked Cyril.
