Prologue (2/2)

Being all alone like this, isn’t hoant to die

Forme…

Forsuch an empty life…

But, it isn’t as though these feelings won’t take away the pain that my heart feels

It’s the end

Even if I call for the nurses, I’ll die

In that case…

I reach outhand, to the book on the table beside me

I ht not be able to reach it

I ht not be able to hold it

But, at the very least,

even if this life ofbehind, at the very end, I want to die feeling happy

I want to touch this beloved, adored, dream-like, hope-filled book of mine

Aaah

If I can be born again, this time, I want to live like him

My stretched out hand, dropped to the white sheets, empty