Day 8

The letter still remained in my mind. I doubt that I’ll be forgetting its contents soon. Despair within me turned to hope, and I found my reason to live.

Stray, who had taken a liking to me, frequently disappears and returns. Though, every time he returns he doesn’t bring anything of the letter.

And what is the ‘end’? Is this world finite? Am I still in my world or am I in a different world? I don’t know anymore. I pondered for hours, until I finally decided.

Taking a bag, I packed up the belongings that I deigned important. Clothes, this journal, pencils, foodstuff and perhaps a sleeping bag and a blanket.

I’ve decided to leave.

Author's Note

again, i'm one day backward.