Chapter 22 -:22:If Only Forgetting Was Easy
I entered the house.
The door slammed shut from behind, and the soft whispers of the night outside stopped right there.
But inside – in the house – there was such a silence that even breathing became heavy.
I leaned against the door and slowly closed my eyes, as if I was trying to somehow hold my restless soul.
I had done the right thing... I had to do it.
But my heart was refusing to believe it.
I don't know when my fingers had clenched into fists, as if they were fighting with themselves.
"A person wants only that which he does not have. And he does not value what he has."
These words of mine came back echoing inside me in some deserted street.
Why did I say that?
Why did I make that difficult emotion so easy?
