Chapter 13: The Odd Friend

It was the early hours of the morning of the next day. I was going back home with a friend I met. I think I blacked out many times on the way because suddenly I was on one of the bridges that connect the south part of the Seine to the north part.

Me: How did we get here?
Friend: We walked, I followed you.
Me: did I? Ha…
Friend: Do you know where we are going?
Me: Yes, I am going home.
Friend: Yes, but where is home?
I look at the horizon and say: somewhere there.
Friend: I trust you. How far is it, do you know?
Me: As far as it takes. We have to get there,
Friend: Yes, I will follow you, I always have.
Me: I know we have met, but forgive me, can you remind me, who are you?
Friend: Yes, we have met many times in many different places and many different forms. I am you….