Ella knew the way well now.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWX9o2hgmEl
The maps Leonard had fearfully drawn, the truncated conversations, had all led her here.
The lake.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTuHvlyx6mb
In rural New York, beyond the forest that whispers even when it's silent.
She arrived just before sunset.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3HYTVFE5KO
The snow was still soft at the edges of the lake, and the ice above it wasn't what it was...174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMjTrxcngL
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.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiZeARfsl3
Sitting beneath the surface, not dead, but silent...174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsy7TXOsYAS
watching the words fall like leaves into the water.
Before she left, she tore a page from the notebook,174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6eZH02weLg
folded it,174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo5gDLTvP0n
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?174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvm23XPorr
Or is it just beginning... with a new name, with a different shadow that he will attempt to write?
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