Bookworm-hev

“Beneath that canopy, Beth sits. She came here under the pretense of having to pee, but that wasn't the real reason. Beth came here to be alone. She came here to cry. And that's exactly what she does. She sits on the ground, staring at her hand—and at the empty spaces where two of her fingers used to be—while tears stream down her cheeks. She doesn't know how long she's been sitting here, but the sky was orange-red when she sat down, and it's light blue now. The day has begun. Another day.”
― Per Jacobsen, 25 Days