She stood up. She found a pen and a piece of paper. It was, she decided, a very good time to die.
Dear Whoever, I had all the chances to make something of my life, and I blew every one of them.
Through my own carelessness and misfortune, the world has retreated from me,
and so now it makes perfect sense that I should retreat from the world.
If I felt it was possible to stay, I would. But I don’t. And so I can’t.
I make life worse for people. I have nothing to give. I’m sorry. Be kind to each other. Bye, Nora
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At first the mist was so pervasive that she could see nothing else, until slowly she saw pillars appear on either side of her.
She was standing on a path, some kind of colonnade. The columns were brain-grey, with specks of brilliant blue.
The misty vapours cleared, like spirits wanting to be unwatched, and a shape emerged.
A solid, rectangular shape. The shape of a building. About the size of a church or a small supermarket.
It had a stone facade, the same colouration as the pillars, with a large wooden central door
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