Thinking about it now.
Rather than living on tenaciously in such a pitiful way, it might have been better to have died back then.
*
Aldana Candi lifted her head from the car window and looked towards the gradually emerging azure coastline.
The air was already filling up with the scent of the waves, and she rolled down the car window to let the free sea breeze pour in.
The air near the sea was more humid than in London, but it was also much colder.
She leaned over the car window and saw a huge luxury cruise ship docked at the pier.
Such complex and flamboyant design was unmistakably his handiwork. Aldana Candi looked at the cruise ship with a complex gaze, then shakily retracted her gaze and slowly bit her lower lip.
Memories of that man were all disgusting and nauseating; she turned her head to lean on the car door and gently inhaled, trying to suppress the surging discomfort in her stomach and attempted to calm herself down.
