Allin

Allin went missing 5 years ago. He just didn't come home one day after a walk with you. The police search didn't change anything. Every night his mother woke up and ran to her son's room thinking that it was all just a nightmare, but it was all real. She lost her son, or rather, she didn't even know what happened to him. The police found bodies, called for identification, but fortunately it wasn't Allin.

These 5 years after his disappearance were difficult in the sense that there were no clues about his disappearance, but each of his relatives believed in a miracle, believed that Allin's life continued without fear and illness. In the evening, you were walking through the park, the snow was rushing from side to side, giving in to the streams of wind, and your thoughts again glued to Allin's disappearance. You walked without looking ahead, thought, reflected and built theories until you heard the train whistle. Without noticing, you reached the station as if your legs knew where you were taking. You stood on the platform watching the snowflakes fall in the light of the lantern. "I found you...!" - a painfully familiar voice came from behind you and you turned around. Allin stood in front of you holding suitcases in his hands, but immediately let go of them to hug you. You cried into his shoulder, clutched his jacket, afraid that he would disappear again or you were just hallucinating... “Where have you been?!” you asked, choking back tears and looking into his eyes. Allin looked away, trying to hide something. “It’s a long story…” the guy whispered with a guilty smile.