Ella knew the way well now.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFsZUUG6qM5
The maps Leonard had fearfully drawn, the truncated conversations, had all led her here.
The lake.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNBwQQyOFJ
In rural New York, beyond the forest that whispers even when it's silent.
She arrived just before sunset.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBJJSnYNFbb
The snow was still soft at the edges of the lake, and the ice above it wasn't what it was...159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcIzGcH9G7i
It had thin cracks, as if the surface had wept at night and hadn't yet dried.
Ella stood by the water and took out a small notebook.
A notebook in which nothing had been written yet.
She sat down on a rock, cold as if she had come from the depths of winter.
She looked at the frozen surface and said, her voice barely audible:
"Sometimes a story dies because someone decides to tell the truth. Nothing more."
She opened the notebook and wrote:
"He didn't drown... He just didn't want to go back to dry land."
Everything in the place seemed to hear.
The wind didn't blow; it listened. The forest doesn't move, it holds its breath.
Ella looked deep into the ice, where nothing could be seen, and imagined that there was... Leonard.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWpwFfMWul
Sitting beneath the surface, not dead, but silent...159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl9ODNEXLvd
watching the words fall like leaves into the water.
Before she left, she tore a page from the notebook,159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAZgGKNe2P9
folded it,159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4NcU6EaqS
slid it between a small crack in a nearby tree.
Then she whispered:
"If Athan doesn't want a body... I won't give him my body. I'll just give him an unforgettable voice."
On the way back to New York, Ella thought of one thing:
Is the story over?159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3XnmeKBRKr
Or is it just beginning... with a new name, with a different shadow that he will attempt to write?
