Three Days of Happiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
ThreeDaysOfHappiness
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“Can’t say that’s uncommon,” I squeezed in.<br />
“Indeed it isn’t. It’s a very common kind <strong>of</strong> disappointment. Of<br />
course, the agony felt will vary from person to person. You, <strong>of</strong><br />
course, were a person who needed to be superior to everyone.<br />
Lacking someone to depend on, you had only yourself to prop up<br />
your world. When that pillar crumbled, the pain was enough to set<br />
you onto destruction.”<br />
“Destruction?”, I repeated.<br />
“You came to realize you were approaching your late thirties. It<br />
became your lonely hobby to ride motorcycles around aimlessly.<br />
But, as you yourself knew, it was a dangerous hobby. Particularly<br />
for someone who has half given up on life. ...The one small mercy is<br />
that when you one day crashed into someone’s car, you did not<br />
injure any pedestrians, only yourself. But a very severe injury it was<br />
- you lost half your face, the ability to walk, and most <strong>of</strong> your<br />
fingers.”<br />
It was easy to understand the meaning <strong>of</strong> “lost half your face,” but<br />
harder to imagine.<br />
Perhaps it was something dreadful enough that people would just<br />
look at it, and their only thought would be “a place where there<br />
was once a face.”<br />
“As your appearance was the only thing you could rely upon, you<br />
began to consider going through with your last resort. But you<br />
couldn’t bring yourself to take the final plunge - you couldn’t let go<br />
<strong>of</strong> that last sliver <strong>of</strong> hope. “Even so, maybe something good will still