Chapter 115

This girl was the girl in the story, clutching onto the illusion of a parent figure which she couldn't really see was just a facade. Paula couldn't help but feel for the narrator. She started reading again from next page.

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Journey between the train station and the motel was a bit of a blur, it went by fine and quiet. This city is more crowded than I had imagined but the area around this motel was peaceful. I will find something more countryside once my visit is over. He is dying is all I know and he wants to meet me. What will I even talk about? Maybe my college degrees, relationship status or maybe something on a more surface level, like my job, what I don't have right now.

"I am self-employed. I write."

"That's very cool. I would love to read your work, if you let me." He looks so innocent like this. Half raised up on the hospital bed with several tubes poking his wrist. "I wish I was a father to you."

"Its okay. Shit happens."

"Wow."