I won’t tell you whether it has a happy ending or a tragic ending.
Because, first of all, every story becomes boring once the ending is spoiled.
Second of all, not telling you will make you more engaged in this one.
Lastly, and I know it sounds like an excuse, but neither you nor I nor anyone can ever really know whether a story is happy or tragic.
Reklam
There are kids who boast of how young they were when they started stealing and fooling around with girls, and what landed them in the juvenile center. They need such stories or tokens to be accepted into their gangs. Gon enduring the beatings from the other kids was perhaps a rite of passage in that sense. But to me, all those things were only proof of their weakness. It was a manifestation of their vulnerability because they longed for strength.
"I heard you were close friends with Leesu. That you came over to our house once. How could you still treat him like that? After everything he did to you.”
“Because Gon is a good kid.”
“You think so?”
Yes. I know. That Gon is a good kid. But if someone asked me to talk about him in more detail, I’d only be able to say that he beat me and hurt me, he ripped apart a butterfly, he set his face against the teachers, and threw things at my classmates. That’s how language is. It is as hard as proving that Leesu and Gon are the same person. So, I simply said, “I just know he is.”
"“Parents start out with grand expectations for their kids. But when
things don’t go as expected, they just want their kids to be ordinary,
thinking it’s simple. But son, being ordinary is the hardest thing to
achieve,” he said.
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"Milena bana yardım et! Rica ederim. Söyleyebiliyor olduklarımdan daha da fazlasını anlamaya çalışın."
Reklam