I stood there looking through the racks, fingers running through multiple pieces of clothes, searching for a warm familiarity. I walked off in disappointment and glanced across the room—that was when I saw him—a being of flesh and bones. He sported the usual white t-shirt and blue denim shorts, along with a golden necklace and white tennis shoes. I shouted but my lips failed to move. I leaped towards him but I was too slow. His demeanor was a focused and relaxed one. He was not affected by the overwhelming sight and sound of shoppers; it was as though he were immune to them. I would have reached over for a hug but my body was weakened with excitement. Instead, my eyes fixated on his thin figure for just a minute, comparing his every feature to the very last time we said goodbye. He turned around and walked away, vanishing into another aisle. This was no doppelgänger or hallucination. He was real, and he had looked right at me, as he always did with those big, brown eyes adorned by long lashes.