Reflection

There's a damn man in the dark, wearing a black coat and pants and a bottle of rum in his hand. There's a street light on the other side of the path where I am, but the man is not coming here.

"Hey what are doing there?" I asked.

"Dear pal I love to stay here. It is my place and the rum is my friend, my best friend." 

"You are stereotypical I can say."

"And pal you are the psychologically correct person I can say."

"I don't know but I can imagine your characteristics."

"Ah! reflective technique somehow."

Then again a deep silence after that speech. The ratio of the light is shrinking. The dark entity can be spotted, somehow clearly I can't see his face but that psych is really looking fearless and hopeless, nothing can bother him.

He said, "pal you are so bright and beautiful. I can say only for you the light is not shrinking as it can be."

"I have to stay here then, as you say," I smiled slightly," the creator of us is in the overthinking syndrome."

"How theatrically you said," he replied with a big creepy smile.

Again the ratio of the light is shrinking and becoming a dot. Now the entity can be clearly spotted and I am somehow disappeared.

I sighed and said, "it is night I think and he is all alone again."

The entity said," and "pal, now u can see your reflection in me like I am."

"You are wrong, we are the reflections." Then we both smiled as simply as we can.