Chapter 54 Emilio
Emilio
In a sunlit valley, on a warm summer day, Emilio closed his eyes.
He knew he should open them, but it felt so nice to simply let go, to weightlessly float through time and space, free from the shackles of fear.
There was somebody calling to him, a voice he knew well, a voice that he loved.
He wanted to tell the voice he was sorry, though he wasn’t sure what he was sorry for. He supposed it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered anymore.
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