CHAPTER 40

  '. . .I don't wanna be this cold (cold)

  Shivering to my bones (bones)

  Someone reset my soul, oh, oh

  And I don't wanna be locked up (up)

  I don't wanna feel this down (down)

  I just wanna scream and shout.

  I'll go out, grow my hair too long

  Sing your least favourite song

  At the top of my lungs (oh, oh, oh)

  I'll go out, kiss all of your friends

  Make a story and pretend

  It was me who made this end (oh, oh, oh). . .'

  The low tune contrasting the silence that stretched through the car accompanied by the never-ending tension between the two beings was strained so heavily in the air like the thick smoke emitted from the chimney of a nuclear power plant.