In the fourth year of Claire's departure, Alex's life felt increasingly burdensome and torturous. His weight had significantly decreased compared to four years ago. He smiled less often and was more engrossed in all his work. Some people said Alex had become more easily angered, and even Jackson and Michael couldn't persuade him to come out of his hiding place. In his spare time, Alex continuously reread Claire's letters multiple times. He always tried to convince himself that after Claire had satisfied her wanderlust, they would soon live together and have many children. Children who would run in their house's yard...Tears streamed down Alex's face. He truly wanted to see Claire return as soon as possible and be with her. Only one year remained from their agreement. After that, Claire would never leave him again. Alex often wanted to write a letter asking Claire to return immediately. However, he quickly abandoned the idea.That morning, two soldiers knocked on Alex's door in unifor
In the final meeting with Claire, I asked her, "Is there any meaning behind Alex taking off the engagement ring?" Claire shook her head and looked sad. I wasn't sure if Claire didn't want to answer or didn't want to think about it. But finally, she whispered softly with wet eyes and trembling lips, "Maybe he hates me," Claire replied softly. "Because I didn't come back to him immediately. I was the one who left him alone and let him die. If I had married him, he wouldn't have died."Claire's tears flowed more heavily, "I've helped so many people, why can't I help the one who helped me so much. The most precious person to me." Claire's sadness was evident in her tone.I could only stay silent and sigh. Perhaps only Alex knows why he took off the ring.Could Alex be angry and hate her in his final moments?"Weren't you married after that?"Claire tried to stop her tears and forced a gentle smile on me, "From the start, love was never in my favor. Besides, I'm too busy with all this and
That morning I received a phone call. The loud ringtone voice woke me up."Hello?" I answered, picking up my cellphone."It's Claire," came the voice on the other end of the phone. "I've read the book you left behind.""Really?" I asked as I sat up in bed. "Did you like it?""I'm afraid you forgot to include something," Claire said with a slightly choked voice, sounding like she was holding back tears. "Would you come to my place to finalize it?"I glanced at the clock, still showing eight in the morning."Okay," I replied. "I can catch the 11 o'clock flight.""I'll be waiting for you here." Claire hung up the phone.Around three in the afternoon, I arrived at Claire's clinic with Chrisna in a rental car. The nurses who knew me let us find Claire's office on our own. I let Chrisna explore the beautiful garden at the clinic as Claire seemed to want to talk privately."Are you looking for me?" I asked as I saw Claire. I could see her eyes were swollen, and she seemed to be carrying a he
Beads of sweat fell from the square-jawed man's chin. The sound of his breath raced fast, white vapor scattered from his open mouth. His broad palm gripped the cold iron wheel tightly, forcing it to keep turning. Moving the wheels that replaced his legs to bring him closer to the source of his anxiety and madness. Like insects craving fire.He squeezed his wheelchair to speed as fast as possible on the deserted uphill road. Breaking through the white mist wrapped in midnight darkness without hesitation, restlessness had blinded his sanity, urging him to rampage through streets unknown to his wheels.Faint rustling of leaves danced by the night wind hurt their branches, surrounding the streets. Nocturnal creatures took turns mocking or encouraging him.The unfortunate man seemed to start cursing himself. Throughout his life, he had never once violated his own principles, discarding the logic that had made him successful and famous. Now everything had vanished into restlessness, desire,
Welcome morning!!!!It all started from an annoyingly bright morning, my girlfriend just left me after an argument over trivial matters. According to her, I don't pay attention, cherish, or love her. In my opinion, life is not just about being loved, loving, or having sex, or all three.Humans also have to work and earn money for their livelihood.Love has never been at the top of my priority list or even in the top ten of my life's goals. It's a different story if love could be eaten or monetizable. Alas, I do not hail from a lineage of billionaires; I am simply a struggling individual living paycheck to paycheck.Unfortunately, that smart girl disagreed with my opinion. Love has made her foolish. She preferred to cry. Not to mention, she left a terrible storm trail in my house. Some things were broken because she threw them, chairs overturned, books scattered, and almost everything was out of place.My house was like a broken ship—hit by a storm named Chrisna. My wise advice for tod
Two days later.I walked in a quiet small town. A place with a cold breeze and lots of trees along its main streets. The residents seemed quite friendly. Following the address written on the cover letter, I arrived at a clinic that looked more like a two-story private house. Several patients were seen queuing inside. Long story short, I met the clinic owner named Claire, her full name being Claire de Violeta. She welcomed me warmly into her office, which smelled of medications, of course, after I explained the purpose and goal of my visit."Who asked you to write Alex's biography?" asked the mid-forties woman. Her eyes looked black and clear. Her physique was not too small, nor too big. However, something about her and the look in her eyes made her seem strong yet gentle. From my experience, only mature individuals who have been through life's rough waves emit such strength. They have extraordinary resilience and give a calming feeling to those around them."I don't know," I said hone
Around 1980A girl dressed modestly looked nervous as she walked past several male and female students, entering a prestigious university where she pursued a nursing degree. A year ago, she wouldn't have imagined being able to continue her education at a university given her family's economic situation. Especially at one of the prestigious universities with tuition fees that made her heart ache."My mother will kill me if she finds out," she whispered softly.The only thing that kept her going through high school was attending a public school with very low fees. The money to pay for her school fees came from the leftovers of her part-time job after deducting her family's living expenses.Four months ago, a representative from a university visited her school and offered scholarships for one semester to a few outstanding students. The university only offered scholarships for the nursing department, as it was a newly opened department. Somehow, she became one of the three recipients chos
"She's always alone. She says she's waiting for the right time to go home. She never stays with anyone. Always alone.""On a late night like this? Did the girl mention her reason?" Alex muttered to himself again. What kind of parents let their daughter wander around until late at night? Ahh... parents these days, I just don't understand.The Captain shrugged as he opened the car door for Alex, "I don't know. Maybe there's an issue at her home. When the time comes, she always walks home alone.""Is her home nearby?" Alex got into his car in the passenger seat, leaving his wheelchair outside."It's about six kilometers from here. At least half an hour to an hour's walk," the Captain folded Alex's wheelchair and lifted it. He walked to the back of the car to put the wheelchair in the trunk and then moved to the driver's seat."Why doesn't she take public transportation?""Maybe it's a money issue," the Captain explained lightly as he started the car's engine. He quickly pulled the car ou