Then he smiled again, calm and certain.
“You’ll see it too, if you stop being scared.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Because deep down, I realized something unsettling.
This wasn’t just about drawings anymore.
It was about how a child sees the world when no one tells him where imagination ends and reality begins.
That night, I sat beside him as he drew again.
The man in red appeared once more.
And for the first time… I noticed he wasn’t smiling anymore.
He was waiting.