Chapter 222: That Day, Him and Me (5)
The one who knocks on the door is just a visitor, nothing more.
It was December. On the floor where dying embers burned shadows.
I desperately wanted tomorrow to come and tried to forget his death and the sadness that came from it by reading books.
The man who would forever be nameless in this place.
I left the door wide open for any visitors who might be standing outside.
There was nothing there but darkness, nothing.
I stared into that darkness for a long time. Puzzling, fearing, doubting, and dreaming dreams no one had ever dared to dream.
I whispered, "Vikir!" and only the words came back as an echo, "Vikir!"
Only these words, nothing else.
As I closed the door, every soul in me on fire, I heard a knock, loud and clear.
Just the wind, nothing.