He entered the room where he was working on his recent masterpiece on his canvas. It looked like a portrait of a man. The outline was so detailed even the shirt's design was detailed. But... Somehow, he was unable to draw the eyes, nose and lips anymore even tho he tried several times. His eyes was full of fear, a fear of forgetting something or someone. His hands were trembling and shaking as his blood ran cold as he continued to redo the face of the portrait again and again..
'Why can't I draw your face anymore? Why are you fading away even from my memories? Why can't I remember your face anymore? Why did you leave me alone breaking the promise you made to me?'
He continued crying as he hold that canvas tightly with his arms around it, and the portrait pressed on his chest.
'I forgot your face now, Lymon....' he said with empty eyes, sitting on the floor with the portrait.