ONE HUNDREDTH OF A SECOND
It seemed that
she had been asleep for ages. But, then, she was totally awake. In one
hundredth of a second, everything is possible.
Since Kate had
lost the faith, there was a hole in her soul. She had been living in the
darkness kingdom; she had been a part of shadows. Hope had been her strength,
but then it became her weakness.
Every night of
her life, Kate would be thinking about that girl. Should she have been able to
sleep, she would have appeared in her dreams. Should she have dreamt, her
dreams would have been converted into nightmares.
Maybe if she
had known it before, she would have changed it. She did not understand it then,
but all her life was a part of that girl’s. A part of nothing.
Sometimes Kate
asked herself if she was not dreaming. But every time she thought about the
girl she was reminded an horror tale, a ship into a storm, a lost hope. That
girl was a path to find, a way to follow. She was a door to nothing.
As books have
an epilogue, all lives have an end. Hers was not an exception. When she lied on
the ground, dead, Kate could have sworn she had done all she was able to. At
the end, she was supposed to do only her job. However, she would feel
devastated until the mountains came sea, until the world became a big mass of
nothing.
Day and night
were the same in Kate’s mind. Time passed around her. But she would not believe
anymore. She would not believe in humans, in peace. She would not rely on
anyone else than her.
The story
finished there, because it would have been unfair to continue without her. The
rest would be, as everything, the result of imagination, of dreams.
Since Kate had
lost the faith, there was a hole in her soul. A broken heart is not easy to
heal. An empty one is not easy to fill.
GUILLEM LLUÍS I LUENGO
2n BATX A
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