He could remember.
Even now, in this moment, he could remember.
Even now, standing at the edge of the stairs, staring out past the buildings, the rain falling around him in large puddles, he could remember.
He could remember the smells, the sights, the sounds. He could remember it so well he could still hear them, see them, smell them.
He could still feel the persistent tug on his jacket sleeve.
"Hey, Luddy…let's play football!"
His eyes scanned the dark horizon. The rainy clouds poured their lament on and around him. His black shoes splashed through what was left. His jacket kept him warm and dry against the rain. How many times had he sacrificed that? How many times had he removed his jacket and given it away without a second thought?
Down the steps, into the plaza, past the fountain, he walked. These places…every one of them was connected in some way.
He continued through the streets, around a corner, down another dark passage. Raindrops streaked down his cheeks like tears.
Then it came.
Tug, tug.
"Luddy…what are you doing out here? You'll catch cold."
He smiled, his blue eyes lighting up for a moment. He looked down at the smaller man beside him. That voice…how sweet it sounded.
Something wrapped around his shoulders.
An arm.
"Did you hear me, bruder? West? Let's go home."
He was slowly led away from his memories, from the shadow of his former self. A hoarse whisper formed itself on his lips, "Feli…"