Chapter 2: Was I Dreaming?
As he walked throughout the park, Crimson began to reflect on what happened, "will I really die?" "Is there a way to stop it? There must be, Right?" He thinks to himself. The sounds of the park envelop crimson and puts him in a state of calm and he sits down on one of the benches, he sees his surroundings but alas, he could not attain such happiness on his own, his deadened job, countless failed relationships, and his constant distrust of anyone he meets. He thinks to himself "Was that really real?" "Was it a figment of my imagination?" Crimson sighs once more and shakes his head, for a person like him, this may or may not be a release from the cycle of mindless work, heartbreak, and solitude. Although he does not know when his life will end, he begins to reflect on how his life is going so far. Before he knew it, the sun had set and the people had headed back to their homes, crimson stood up and started heading back, this experience really made him think about his life, he thinks "What happens when I die?" "Will anyone miss me?" He then arrives back at his home, he stands before the doorstep and unlocks the door, he walks through the doorway and closes the door behind him, he then walks back into his room and contemplates whether or not his death will be of any significance to another life. But then again, he might meet new people before he dies, who is to say that he will stay lonely before his demise. Crimson sits down on his desk and fires up his laptop and gets back to his work, his work at home lifestyle degrades his mentality, the constantly darkened environment, the lack of nutrition, the unhappiness from all of this breaks him. After hours of mindless paperwork and spreadsheets, he finally rests, he gets up and sits down on his bed, the air-conditioning is at full, his blankets are warm, then and only then, he felt a sense of warmth, after a grueling day of such work his rest is well deserved. With that he fell asleep slowly, the cicadas chirping softly in the background, the cars driving by the road, he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of happiness, true happiness, but another thing crosses his mind, a vivid clip of the incident after the storm, the figure, the words it spoke, he wonders. "Was it just a dream?"
