I feel a drop of sweat beading on my forehead when I suddenly realize I’m alone with Flavius. A suspect. A potential murderer. He’s right behind me, and I have no idea what he’s doing. He could . . . He could just decide to kill me right now. I wouldn’t even see it coming. It would be over in just a few seconds, maybe a few minutes. I mean, nobody really knows this guy. He just finished his training. This is his first mission. What if he’s a member of a terrorist organization and joined this crew for the sole purpose of sabotaging the mission from within? What if he’s an impostor—an impostor among us?
The waiting was interminable. I do not know how much time passed on the clock, that nameless and universal time of clocks that is alien to our emotions, to our destinies, to the inception and ruin of love, to a death vigil. But by my own time it was a vast and complex temporal space filled with figures and turnings back, at times a dark and
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We all wonder the point of life.. We are chasing it, trying to get it. But maybe this gets away us from the main point.. The all we have is now. While chasing the point of life, we are losing the only thing that we have in the life.Maybe we should focus on now more to understand life.