Chapter 23 Unexpressed 5
- FOR THE FOURTEEN NIGHTS I spent with Catherine that was scream and moan. She is surreal of my words. I am virgilio, keeping the nights warm and alive with writings.
- Darkness suffers metaphorically from my imagination. And in one of the night I was awake. I was writing and sobbing with tears pasting the paper with thoughts of Ebeline.
- Catherine heard my sob, but with sleeping eyes said “Cl...Clem, please come to bed. I am alone, cold in the bed”. I pretend I didn't hear her. I continue the writing. After few minutes of sleeping, she turns and felt beside her, I am not there.