"It's me....Santiago"

Before he could understand his feelings, he found himself standing in the same basement where he had spent his early teenage years. 

His eyes were closed when he heard the creak of the stair... his eyes were still closed when the creak suddenly stopped...his eyes were closed too when he heard that one familiar whisper… 

"Who are you?" He clearly heard the whisper. 

The dark basement was lit by a flickering light bulb to erase a bit of the darkness if not wholly just like time had only erased a bit of his pain, not completely… Just like him, his scars and pain were stubborn too...refused to go away...refused to be erased… refused to be healed…