It was the first school day for Erik. He had just flown to London from Norway. When he stepped into the school gate, some students were standing in front of the main building paying a silent tribute. Bouquets of an array of colours lined up against the wall. Gladioli, chrysanthemums and orchids. It was drizzling and nobody seemed to have an umbrella. As Erik reached the main entrance, he was drawn to the long, white table outside the hall where candles and more lilies were placed. He stopped at the photo showing a boy with a gorgeous face and dark hair, his large, brown eyes reflecting an inherent streak of melancholy and stubbornness He looked so familiar as if Erik had met him somewhere, maybe in their incarnations or dreams.
'Who's he?' Erik asked a lady who just came out of the office and was rearranging the positions of the bouquets on the table.
The woman glimpsed Erik, whose eyes remained glued to the portrait.