At Break Time
I needed to connect points, sew tracks and the clock was running against me once again.
As I read the novel, I felt closer and closer to the protagonist. Lionel and I also met in a college setting. I mean, not exactly within it, but in the same context. I remember in detail the day I tried to help him with his car stopped and for a few seconds I allowed myself to laugh at the memory. It was the first day in a series of turbulent years, but how could I have guessed? You'll see it was fate.
It's already two in the morning and it looks like sleep won't come tonight. Lucas is snoring next to me, even with the light on, as I need lighting to continue reading. My little notebook is already filled
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