Then, we had to imagine, a staircase, it could be any, but I remembered one from my school, that did a few turns in a square shape. And so, I started going up the stair, slowly, thinking about my life, which I never really did, I never actually bothered looking back until then. And then,there he was, we had to imagine a version of us,waiting at the top,a younger version of us,I could remember myself smiling so clearly back then."How come he's looking at me which such an empty eyes?" I thought