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Scheherazade (Rimsky Korsakov)
Violet (thoughts)
September 20, early morning hours
It’s two o’clock in the morning. The storm is pursuing the ship mercilessly like a secret police officer. All the access to the outdoor decks would soon be locked. I’m still outside, alone. I move slowly forward holding onto the damp walls. Elan is not here anymore. I can’t bring myself to acknowledge that fact. I remember all those days when I was in the gym, watching him running on this deck and wrapping the whole ship with his noble soul. His long strides were definitely going toward a world of absolute where I knew I could never join him, and that thought was horrendous. However, I didn’t want him to stop running. My whole life was hanging on to the next instance when he’d pass in front of me agai
