He got of bed quickly, and since it was late
for the classes, he worn the clothes which he had
chosen for his morning joggings. He ran downstairs,
opened the college's majestic wooden door and ran
towards the path he used to choose for jogging. But
in the last moment, he changed his mind.
He switched direction and ran towards the
path near the river. This wasn't a day like all the
others. It was different. And so he had to do
something different. To have a moment to reject
his previous violent thought, so they wouldn't turn
into actions...
10th September 1929
Alan was riding a bike. The pitch black darkness of
the night was sour rounding him. The only sound
was the howling of the wind through the leaves. A
smell was on the wind. Strange smell. Awful smell.
He was riding the bike as fast as he could! His legs
were hurting. Riding. Riding. Riding. He went to
school and slept.
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