บท 115: Come to me

"Noo, don't leave." He was running in a dark tunnel, towards a light which seemed to be moving far away as he was approaching close. 

"Don't run behind it, let it come to you." He heard a familiar voice around him but he couldn't see the source of the sound. 

"Where are you?" He asked but no reply. 

"Where are you?" He shouted in annoyance once again. 

"I am near you, come to me son." Came a weak voice from somewhere. 

"Come to me…" 

"Come to me…"

The voice was fading somewhere. 

"Don't leave me, grandfather, please." He fell on his knees and started sobbing. 

"Come to me…"

With a jerk, he stood up straight. His forehead was covered in droplets of sweat and he was breathing heavily as if he actually ran in the tunnel.

"That dream again," He spoke to himself as take a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands.