Fiction - Page 11

Dorottya Turza

People form opinions about each other as soon as they first meet. It has been working like this throughout the whole history of humanity. That’s not a bad thing, and even if we wanted to, we couldn’t change it. It’s in our nature. Judging others is common, and we’ve all done it. But we often judge people precisely out of lack of knowledge, and that is where we go wrong. You can never know for sure what motivates other people. Sometimes just ask yourself that question: What do I really know about this person? But to fully convey what I mean, I think I have to tell you my own story.

It happened two years ago.

This morning was like every other. I woke up, ate breakfast, went to school. It was boring as usual until our homeroom teacher came into the classroom with a guy who looked my age. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. If I were to describe him I would say that he looked scary. He was pretty tall, more masculine than my other classmates. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that seemed almost black. I know, I know! It doesn’t sound that bad at all. But the moment when my eyes wandered to his face, I felt some kind of uneasiness. He didn’t have an ugly or terrifying face, but there was a huge scar on the left side of his head. Nor did it help his appearance that his face was completely bored, almost emotionless. Suddenly I had so many questions. Like: Why does he look so bored? Did he drop out of his previous school? Maybe he wasn’t smart enought or was just careless. But most importantly. How did he get that scar? Is he a troublemaker? Is that how he got that scar, by picking fights with random people? Will our school become the new place of his rampage? My thoughts were interrupted by my teacher’s voice.

“Good morning, everyone! As you can see today our class has a new member. Please introduce yourself to the others,” she requested.

“Hi, my name is James West. Nice to meet you. I hope we get along,” he said in a monotone. Nobody said a single word.

“I expect you to help James integrate into the new environment.” The only answer was silence. “Now take your seat, James, so we can start the lesson.” He did it with an blank expression.

His whole presence was off. But I wasn’t the only one who felt that way, as my classmates’ whispers confirmed.

“That guy is creepy.”

“But he has got manners.”

“What a weirdo.”

“At least he know how to introduce himself.”

I didn’t know what to think of him. He gave us a proper introduction. He was polite and respectful. Also I felt like I could get used to his look. That wasn’t the problem at all. I think I’m very rational, but there is almost nothing which creeps me out more than when I don’t know what other people think or feel. I am one of those who likes to plan everything in advance. Most of my interactions with people are based on conclusions (I know what you think … I’ve been working on this problem) and it was pretty hard to do that with a person like James. So I decided the best option would be to ignore him. Completely.

This tactic worked pretty well for a few days, until our biology teacher paired us up to prepare a project for our next lesson. During this, I got a chance to have a better look at him. First I was very skeptical. I watched every move critically. To my shame, I even reproached him when he messed something up. So slowly I found out who James was exactly. He was a person who spoke very few words, but when he opened his mouth he always knew what to say. He was incredibly smart, but at the same time too honest. Like a little child. Even as everyone told horrible rumors about him behind his back, he didn’t say anything. He was very persistent and honorable. Without hesitation he returned a wallet to one of his bullies. I think he was unable to hurt others either physically or mentally. The time we spent together helped me to understand James more. It was a long proccess, but truly worth it. My mixed feelings began to fade away continuously. But what made my doubts disappear completely was when James told me how he had gotten his scar. He and his parents had had a car accident. A truck drove into them from the side. Luckily, he got away with minor bruises and some deeper cuts (like his scar on his face), but his parents weren’t so lucky. His father was paralyzed from the waist down. And his mother suffered third-degree burns and also had a lifesaving operation, as a glass shard had cut through her colon. To this day I feel nothing but respect for him. I was very sorry that I had judged him without knowing anything about him. But the truth is that when you judge others, you’re actually judging yourself. We have our own standards and and we judge others by these. Accepting this goes a long ways toward understanding others. Which is why we should never focus only on the surface; we should never judge others without understanding them first.

Gréta Tóth

The Milky Way is made up of many different things. Stars, planets, together with other celestial bodies, dust and naturally other strange, almost unknown particles like black holes, wormholes and dark matter. They are usually in balance with each other, but sometimes they cross each other’s path. Collisions happen between solar systems, stars and planets meet, or black holes absorb anything that comes near them, even time.

This story is about a common world, actually really similar to ours. But whenever a baby is born, a celestial body is born too. They are not independent of each other. They are the same, waiting for the moment to finally find each other and become one. They affect each other’s life and path. Let us start at the most important part of the Milky Way and humanity:  Finn Love, also known as the Supermassive Black Hole, the center of our galaxy. Love is probably the most important cementing force in humanity. His mission is to keep the balance in our Milky Way.

Our story begins with the birth of a beautiful girl, Lucy Black. She didn’t know her family at all and grew up in a foster family as an only child. Lucy did not know much about herself. Her family, the Smiths, only told her that her real family name was Black, and they chose the name Lucy because she was the “light” in their sad life after the sorrowful fact that Mrs. Smith could not have kids. Although Lucy liked them a lot she never felt any connection with them. Their life was too perfect: they were both Jupiter’s Moons and were always the same; they never argued or fought. Lucy found this pretty boring. She was an adventurous girl, got good grades, was good at sports and very outgoing, but the only thing she missed was a real best friend. She had some friends in school, but none of them was close enough.

Lucy had a life that most people wouldn’t be able to define as happy or sad.  Terrible things happened to her, yet this is what made her so strong. First of all, she did not know her parents; later in kindergarten she lost her only real family, David, who was her cousin. In elementary school she had a new friend Katy, but as they were getting closer, something horrible happened to Katy, and Lucy never saw her again. It was the same every time Lucy started to bond with someone; they just disappeared and never showed up again. At one point it completely stopped: Lucy did not talk to anyone, and eventually her life felt better. But in high school it all changed.

High school is pretty much the best or the worst part of your life, according to most people. For Lucy Black it started out as the best. She was popular, not too popular, but a lot of people wanted to be friends with her, and as time went by, she started to open up again, to let people care about her and to care about them too. She did not realize what was really happening. Sometimes she was looking for some old friends but couldn’t find them. She completely forgot about what had happened some years ago. Lucy was bothered by the fact that most people had found their real identities: giant stars, fancy moons, smaller planets, but she couldn’t find herself. She felt so different from them. Lucy was angry: because of the others who really knew themselves, because of herself not being able to find anything, because all the people she needed at that exact moment had disappeared, and mostly because of her parents. How could they have left her behind without a clue?

One pleasant Saturday morning Lucy was eating breakfast with her family. She couldn’t really decide if she was happy, but at least she was not angry anymore. The doorbell rang and she opened the door. An old-looking, short man was standing there wearing a black cloak decorated with small, colorful dots. These dots reminded Lucy of stars; she was sure she noticed the Great Bear on the left side of the cloak. The man was wise and confident; he talked slowly and made sure that Lucy understood every word he said. Lucy was surprised. She felt a connection with the old man from the moment she opened the door. The man said he was Finn Love, the Supermassive Black Hole and that he had come to talk to her about something important. He told her that he had been paying special attention to her since she was born. He told a story about Lucy’s parents who were born in two different solar systems, two families fighting with each other for decades. They fell in love and had her, but when she was born, the two solar systems collided, and a black hole was left behind: Lucy herself. From then she understood everything: all her friends and loved ones had disappeared because of her. She was ashamed of what she had done and really confused too. Lucy was a smart girl; she could sense the pressure of being one of Finn’s kind, but still handling this was beyond her. The Smiths invited Mr. Love over for lunch. While eating, Lucy felt more and more comfortable with the fact that she was a black hole, though she couldn’t stop blaming herself for all those people’s deaths.

After lunch Lucy packed a suitcase for herself. They decided it was better for her to stay at Love’s house for some time until she managed to learn all the skills to protect herself and her loved ones. Finn Love said she would be able to study together with other teenagers similar to her, and the next semester she could go back to high school and graduate with her classmates.

By the end of the summer holiday, Lucy moved back to the Smiths. She had learned a lot about herself and humanity while she was away. She exercised self-control, made new friends, and was happy after so much sadness. A year later she graduated and went to college. She still visited Finn Love every month and helped young teenagers the way Finn had helped her.

Tamás Takács

– So how was your day?

– It was a peaceful day with tons of sunlight when it suddenly started raining. The rain just poured and poured all day with seemingly no end. The rain came down fast and hard like the blade of a guillotine cutting off a thief’s head. The way a bullet, once fired, penetrates the chest of an unsuspecting person. Its weird how rain can give life but also take it away. To a dehydrated dying animal it can bring another chance at life, but to an overflipped scarabee it can bring a slow and miserable death of the kind that humanity has been perpetrating for thousands of years. The slow death of earth and all of humanity has been caused by the growing laziness of humans and their inability to reverse or even understand what they are doing to themselves. All this joy, all the suffering, all the good and the bad, resulted in that rain. Sometimes if you concentrate hard enough, you can feel all the history behind it. So anyway, I didn’t have an umbrella and got totally soaked.

Sándor Szakács

It was the day of my language exam, which I had been learning for a lot. So obviously I was excited and nervous. Still it was not a piece of cake to get out of bed; it never is.

Ten minutes later, I finally got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, then got dressed. I went downstairs and made breakfast. My parents had already left, and my brother was at camp with the school.

After I finished my sandwiches, I packed the necessary things, like pens, a dictionary, etc. I walked out to the nearest bus station, where I waited for my bus to come.

It was half past twelve when I got to the language school. I still had thirty minutes until the beginning, so I just sat down on a bench.

I was already my way home, and even though I was tired, I still felt energetic, as I got 95 percent for the spoken part, which is absolutely magnificent. I could not wait to tell the good news to my parents.

When I got home my mom and dad were both in the living room.

– Heyy – I greeted them.

– Hello – they said desolately.

I didn’t know why they looked so worried; at first I thought I had done something wrong.

– What’s the matter? Is there something wrong? – I asked.

– Your mother was fired today – my dad said.

– What?! Why, or how?

– Doesn’t matter, okay guys? I will shortly find a new job and everything is going to be back to normal – my mom answered.

For a few minutes, we were all silent. Then my dad asked how the exam went.

– Oh, it wasn’t easy, but I still got 95 percent, so I passed.

– Congratulations! At least there is some good news.

Alexandra Klaudia Süveges

It was a lovely, hot summer day, and little Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV. He was getting bored and started focusing on other things. All of a sudden a little creature flew into the living room; it was small and fragile, funny-looking. Levi’s attention was immediately caught by the black-and-yellow-striped flying mini-creature. He couldn’t have known what it was; he had never seen such a tiny thing. It landed next to him on the coffee table in front of the TV. At this moment all of his focus was on it. He said “friend?” in a quiet and doubting voice. It walked onto his hands, and he held it. “Mom! Mom! Look I got a new friend!” his voice so cheerful and happy, he was a lonely child after all. As he ran, it started moving between his palms, he suddenly pressed them together tightly, and it happened. The creature stung him. He yelled out in such pain that his mother ran up to him quickly. “Sweetie, what happened?” she cried, worried. Levi was just holding his hand and crying. “I just saw this flying mini cute thing and… wanted to become his friend…then it bit me! Why did it do this? It hurts so much!” He was getting bandaged when his mother saw the bee land on the ground. “I am so sorry, it was just too shy to become your friend, sweetie.” – “She never told me how bees die after they lose their sting… I am just so sorry for that bee, I just wanted a friend, that’s all,” he said to me as I bandaged his sting. This is just the second time he has gotten stung by a bee in sixteen years.

Gergely Sülye

All should be in order. Of course we never think about that because it is a given in our lives, for most of us. I say most of us because there are people out there, in less-developed places, who live without order. They live per se, but not for long, not without order. Thus their chances of seeing this letter are really thin, making it appropriate to assume that the person this reaches lives in a civilization with successful guidelines. After all, a civilization is fully dependent on an orderly structure with its rules and regulations.

This is what the me of yesteryear would have said.

My coming-of-age ceremony was held in winter. I received my share of the heirloom that Father had left behind, and I departed to the West, on the same passage my older brothers had walked before me. Despite my appearances I never wanted to be a wild man. Building a shack and hunting animals for the rest of my life while trying my best to stay alive, I never wanted that. Apparently an easy life is a cowardly one, according to my family. They despise the Southern people, but it is a mutual feeling. The South hated us too.

Somehow, in my gut, I knew that fitting in someplace where I was unwelcome would still be much easier than managing alone. A rebellious feeling to be sure, but it was rational. Seeking to live under order instead of the chaos our homeland offered.

I don’t remember much after taking that sharp left turn. I travelled through forests and plains for a while, taking some time to camp and regain my strength. I eventually found a road. It was the first time I had ever seen anything like that. Strong and elegant, it reminded me of my image of the destination it inevitably led towards and gave me hope. I encountered some merchants; they weren’t natives but they sure acted the part. They offered to let me ride along, in an odd fashion as if I threatened them, but I was actually trying my best to be as kind as possible.

That ride was really long. I counted neither the nights nor the days, since I trusted the merchants would do it instead of me. They were men that I aspired to be like. Intelligent, calculative, without physical strength but always with full pockets. They had routines and plans and together they formed something even greater. I learned that they were scouting the area in search of settlements or villages that they could mark on their maps. They started at the northern edge of the known maps and went back down from there, coming upon me in the process. They told me a great number of people came from the North like me, although they had their own horses and moved in larger groups. I never knew there were like-minded people living in the nearby regions, so it took me by surprise. Perhaps they could help me find a stable place within civilization, as they should have already settled by the time I arrived. Or so I thought.

The first notable thing we came upon was smoke. A small town near the road we were traveling on, empty and in ruins. The merchants insisted on going past, but I couldn’t help it, so I hopped off in search of remains or survivors. There was nothing. Not even corpses. It was as if something had consumed everything that moved, and left behind nothing but ash. In lower spirits, I went back to the road. They were gone.

I continued towards the capital on foot. The road made it easier to travel. It was delicate and smooth, unlike the harsh terrain I had faced in the forests and plains. I stopped time and time again to camp down and take some rest, although less frequently than before. There were more villages just like the first one. With the intention to find food I inspected the first few but found nothing, as expected. I don’t know when, but I stopped even caring. Sometimes the smoke was dense, and in some places the fire was still burning, but I ignored them, focusing on the road ahead.

And there it was. After a long time of seeing nothing but the road getting swallowed by the horizon ahead of me, that scenery finally changed. A giant town, no, a city! Buildings I had never seen before. The beautiful architecture you’d expect from a civilized group of people living together. The great columns, delicate bricks, perfectly chiseled shining stones.

The chilling empty roads that connect everything, buildings that are partly destroyed, but standing proudly. The great dense smoke in the sky, the bright flames coming out of every window, the screams. The screams. I didn’t want to believe it. After coming so far, I only saw the ruins of my dreams. Maybe if I had come with them, those who had embarked before me? On their own horses, in their own groups. Of course not. I knew they were the cause of this, but I didn’t want to accept it. I wanted to see the order I had always wished for. That was how I witnessed it. The fall of Rome. Back then, I didn’t understand that the way I went about things was close to the truth but still far. Civilization exists because of order, yes, but my people still managed to organize themselves and take down something great. That makes their efforts greater, and their order even more commendable. Order is made to ward off chaos, but chaos is required to then create order. And once its time is up, order shall become chaos once more.

Gergely Sülye

I’m telling you! He pulled up in his Trevita, and at that exact moment every single car left the parking lot. Fearing for their lives, avoiding his gaze, surrendering from instinct. He parked closest to the entrance and, as if waiting for the right moment, just stayed in his mighty chrome-painted machine. Exactly at the moment when the clock hit midday, his doors opened — the sound of which, if heard by an unsuspecting passenger, would have caused an instantaneous cardiac arrest. Not like it was a hazard though, since every mortal had already left the scene in their primal fear. As one would suspect, next came an even bigger disaster. His shoes shone brighter than the Sun itself, even though they were just reflecting its rays. The first step resulted in a gentle thud, calming yet sudden. He lifted his body out of the seat and stood there, admiring the wind that was conveniently coming from behind him. The doors closed behind him as he started taking even more steps. Sounds coming in rapid succession, their powers growing more severe yet never stopping. The shoes, tapping, shifted their tone after they reached the pavement and arrived at the front door. Now, I know doors don’t have feelings, they don’t have instincts, but this one knew what was up. It opened the instant he walked up to it. Not even acknowledging this effort, he just casually walked through. The pressure suddenly started fading away outside, and a new fleet of cars started making their way to the lot.

Bernadett Sági

I was driving to see my family. I was twenty-five years old, had been working very far from home. It was late evening and everything was dark; I just saw the dirt road in front of me. It was a very calm time. There was no sound besides the buzzing of the car. I stared at the dark trees around me. The top of the trees merged with the gloomy sky, where there were many shining stars. I saw something lighting up out of the corner of my eye first, then my phone started ringing. I took a look at it and saw that my sister was calling me. I picked up the phone.

“Where are you?” asked my sister. “You should be here by now.” I heard in her voice that she was upset.

“I’m sorry, something came up and I left home late,” I explained to her. Then I heard some beating sounds from the top of the car; it had started raining. “Awesome,” I said to myself.

“You will be late for mom’s birthday party. She will be very disappointed if you aren’t there.”

“It’s okay, there’s nothing to worry about. The party isn’t until tomorrow, I will be there in time,” I said.

“I hope so. Now I have to go to prepare everything. See you tomorrow.” And then she hung up.

The rain became a storm, and lightning started flashing too. I could see nothing through the windshield. Then I noticed something light on the right side of the road. It was a little inn between the tall trees. I stopped in front of it with the car and ran into the building. It was really friendly and nice within. It was built of wood and had a tranquil atmosphere.  I planned that I would wait there until the rain stopped. I looked around; there were many tables and chairs, and at the opposite wall there was a counter. To the left there were narrow, white stairs. “Maybe there are rooms upstairs,” I thought. I walked to one of the tables and sat down. There were some men at the table next to mine. They were drinking and talking with each other and laughing a lot.

“…..and then he fell into the pit,” a man finished his story, and everyone started laughing again. His clothes were all brown, and his head had a well-worn, dark baseball cap on it.  The story he told next made the others stop laughing and changed the whole atmosphere of their conversation.

“Last week I did my work in the forest, cutting trees and bringing them to the designated place that my boss had specified. It was like any normal day of mine. But then I saw somebody” – he took a break – “or something, I didn’t even know what it was.”  He squinted as if trying to remember every moment of the happenings. “It was tall, really tall. And maybe because it was late evening, it looked like that this thing was pitch-black from head to toe. I saw no eyes, no teeth. At first I thought it was a man.” He looked at the eyes of everybody sitting around the table. “I yelled at him, because he was shouldn’t be there. And then It turned to me; that was the moment I realized, It wasn’t a man, or even close.” His friends  listened to the story open-mouthed.

I just sat at my table and didn’t know what to think. I didn’t use to believe in things like Big Foot, monsters, aliens and things like that. But the story of this man really got me. I was curious how it would end, but at the same time I didn’t want to know. I heard the storm getting worse, so I had no choice; I stayed and continued listening to the man.

“When It turned around I saw the face of it. It was nothing like a human’s face. I can’t characterize it, I have never seen anything like that. I couldn’t move when It stared at me; I could feel those eyes even though I couldn’t see them.” He stopped talking for a moment. “I thought I was going to die,” he whispered. “But I’m still alive as you see,” he said with a strained smile on his mouth. “I don’t know why, but It just started running in the opposite direction from me. And that’s the end of the story, my friends,” he said, staring straight at the table. He raised his head and waited for the questions from the others. But everybody was quiet. I was quiet, too. It couldn’t happen, this story…. This story was like a tale, things like that don’t happen in real life. I couldn’t move; that story was really strange. “Maybe the man lied.” I started finding believable explanations. But the man was too frightened; he wouldn’t have said things like that if they hadn’t happened to him. I have read articles about strange, unbelievable things before, but when somebody tells it next to you, it is much different. I stared at the top of the table; everything around me was quiet. I realized that the quiet meant that the rain had stopped. The company of men started talking again, but I couldn’t hear any beating of the rainstorm. I stood up slowly and went toward the door. I looked back when I reached it. At that moment the men at the table started laughing. “How could they forget the last few minutes?” I was still shocked, but they acted as though nothing had happened. The only man I noticed with emotions on his face was the man in the cap who had told the story. But after a second he also started laughing at a joke that one of his friends made. I held the door handle and went out. The rain really had stopped; there were just puddles everywhere, and some raindrops were falling from the trees to the ground. I went to my car, sat inside, and continued on my way homeward. During my journey I drove along many forests, and I couldn’t get the story I had heard out of my head.

Laura Mora

There was a high school in a small town called Clinton in New Jersey. The population was about 2000. There was only one landmark, the Red Mill. At school there were some really smart kids, for whom every teacher predicted a bright future. Once a week a private class was held for these students: Mondays for freshmen, Tuesdays for sophomores…

The was a guy called Ryan who was always prepared for every class. He wasn’t just brilliant in class; he had a lovely personality, he was always smiling and made everybody smile, you could always rely on him, and his kindness made the day better. His parents had taught these things to him; everybody wanted a family like his, as it was perfect in its own way. He was in junior year so they had their class on Wednesdays.

One day he came to class late, apologized and sat down. The teacher asked for his essay; he looked at her with a frightened face, and everybody knew what that meant. He had forgotten to do it again. Lately he had started acting differently; he rarely smiled or talked with anybody. If somebody asked what was wrong with him, he said “nothing” and “don’t ask me this again.”

As you might suspect, his behavior continued like this, so action needed to be taken. So the headmaster called him in. Ryan sat down in front of him in an office where he had been many times but which he had always left in high spirits, as he had never done anything wrong until now. The headmaster said he was disappointed in him, his grades were going down very fast, and if he didn’t change this, he would be kicked out of the private classes, and without that, he hadn’t a chance at Harvard, his dream college.

He went home and started thinking. After an hour, he decided that he was going to be his old self, so he did all of his homework immediately. The next day he apologized to his teacher but didn’t explain his behavior.

His two best friends, Ava and Justin, were worried about him. They started talking about him, how they wanted to help but couldn’t. Ava said that they should talk to his parents, so they started with that. When they arrived at his house, they knocked on the door. Ryan’s parents opened it with big smiles on their faces. Ava and Justin started talking about how weird Ryan had been lately, but his parents didn’t know anything about it. After a lot of thinking, Justin had an idea. He said that they should follow Ryan after school, because he had told his parents that he was always with his friends after school. Ava hesitated, as it isn’t right to follow someone, but they comforted themselves with the thought that they were doing this for a good reason.

It was four o’clock on Wednesday, they had finished their last class, Ryan quickly left the school, and Ava and Justin followed him. After a twenty-minute walk they arrived at a boxing club. It smelled like sweat and stinking socks—disgusting, but they stayed out of curiosity, since Ryan never worked out and didn’t play any sports. It was nine when Ryan left the building; he had been there for nearly five hours. They ran to him and questioned him. They asked him to explain this, all of this.

“I’m sorry guys, I really don’t want to talk about this, I’m fine.”

“Listen, Ryan, we love you and care about you always and we know you are not okay, so tell us what is wrong, and maybe we can help,” Ava said.

He hesitated, but he looked into his best friends’ eyes and started talking.

“I have been boxing because one night somebody wanted to steal from me and the fact that i could’t defend myself was terrifying. I haven’t told anybody about that night. I just came into this boxing club and started boxing. After a while I started to like it, but it is overwhelming on top of school, and I don’t know what I should do.”

They talked for an hour, and many good ideas came up.

After two months he managed the school and the boxing together; he had harmony in his life again, thanks to that night when his friends talked to him.

Adél Mihályi

“So… Do you confess that you are a murderer?”

To be honest, the question hit me hard. To be exact, not the question – because I knew what I’ve done – but the fact that they didn’t ask Lorelai the same. She was my victim, but she did almost the same thing I did.

She was the one and only person in my life. Others would say that we were ’best friends’, but Lorelai was my parents, my siblings, my neighbours, and also my enemies.

Until one point, everything was fine. We had an almost perfect relationship, but after one time that I was late for our meeting, and got angry when she asked me why, it changed. Until that, I was showing her my flawless self, the side of me she liked.

She started to isolate me not from people – because I haven’t had anyone since she appeared in my life – but from the world. She believed that she wasn’t important to me, and did everything to reach the opposite; she stayed with me continuously.

And with this, she became unimportant, unvaluable. I didn’t miss her anymore. The missing was missing from our relationship.

Once I got fed up with being with her 24/7, and murdered her.

I didn’t realize that we were soulmates, and as I killed her, her death killed me.

While I killed some body, she killed somebody.

We are some-bodies. We are both dead.

“Did you ask her this question?” My words made the small room even colder than it was; I felt like I was buried in Antarctica.

“What?”

“She wasn’t innocent either,” I said calmly, with no tone in my voice. I have only known physical feelings since Lorelai ended my life.

But I wanted to know what it feels like to kill your killer. At the end, I was alone with the emptiness in myself.

“How do you know that?”

“We killed each other. The difference is that while I killed her body, she slowly killed my soul. I’m also dead. But I’m the one who’s punished, because you all could see that her body was bleeding. But you can’t see my spirit’s deep wounds. I had nothing except her. If Lorelai was my life, I could say that life killed me.”