16 Abandonment & Relieves Pt. 03 (1/2)

02:50 | Selina Johnson

When you are telling a story, you create a world of your own. That applies to the fantasies but not too well to the reality. The events around you are random and unforgiving. It's like a wild predator trying to rip everything apart when the only thing you can do is to accept it like a helpless prey. If you get lucky then you may find a way to fight your way out. For me, I was mauled by that predator over and over into a point of no fighting back. The only thing I could do was to keep on going into the abyss, to let myself know that I am still alive.

The coffee became cold. But I was accustomed with it; with coldness. It would get blended with my long and boring metaphors.

-So I see you haven't gotten to bed after all Ms. Inspector.

-Nice view you have from here. I didn't notice it until now.

-Yes. Jane likes to sit here and draw. I wish I could spend more time with her. You know she likes to draw, more than anything.

-Hmm. I saw some of her sketches. Nice going.

-Tells me she's gonna be an artist, you know those illustrator type I think.

-(Chuckles)I had interest in concept arts and photography when I was in high school. I should have some old work pieces with me.

-No way. I would have thought you were a literature person if not for our exciting meeting.

-(Laughs)...So how's she doing? It seems to me that she could do fine with some time outside. Probably with someone she's fond of.

-...Ramen. You must have some background in cooking too, right?

-Huh? Oh, no. She's not a picky eater, that's all.

-If you say so. Anyway, thanks for being here with her...I can't stop you if you think that making her forget about the evening is good for her. I can't do anything to help her either. So that's that.

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-What happened to her mother?