This story is dedicated to my late grandfather (dad's side), whom recently passed away in his sleep due to short of breath while fighting against Lung Carcinoma (Lung Cancer) Stage Four. [Non-Fiction story about him will be coming soon!]

I still believed that time, when he was seeing the other light.

"Do you still believe in magic?" Grandfather said.

"Yeah, I still do." I cried.

"That's my girl." He smiled weakly.

"N-No, please don't go. Stay here just a little longer!" I grabbed his fragile hand with my both hands, weeping in tears.

"Dumb child, you're too selfish." He patted my hair.

"What do you mean..?" 

"There are people getting born as others pass away." He spoke slowly, trembling.

"Then if you're going to go, leave something for me to remember you!" 

"You have the same nose shape as mine. But still, I will pass down my ability to you." He slowly raised his arm, forming a small glowing light on his palm and places it to my forehead, the light slowly fades away as he withdrew his arm back.

"Thank you." I said silently.

"A part of me will always be with you, child." He patted my head.

We spent the rest of his time by staring into each other's eyes, as we both know he doesn't have the strength to speak anymore. Before we know it, the time is up.

*BEEP------------------*