Interlude 7
The door was closed, but to prevent it from being opened once again, I locked it tightly with the key.
One time for the last time.
I gently stroke the door, chiseling the surface into my skin.
As it became colder.
As it started to hurt even more.
I became able to believe the answer I chose was the genuine one.
Since I had no other ways to confirm it, I don’t know it that was the correct answer. Thus the search for the mistakes would never end.
Just because of one simple genuine thing, I yearned for it, admired it, became impatient then complicated it. Without being able to even cry, my body is burning.
After burning out, the only thing remaining was a twisted sham.
But still, to me that was something irreplaceable, because it’s clothing I can’t change.
Let me at least tuck it away, prevent it from being destroyed. And thus everything will end.
—Please, let this this be the right ending.
This was my prayer. My hands left the door.
One step away, two steps away. I went to a place where my hands can’t reach it anymore.
I don’t look back anymore.
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