“I don’t care,” she hesitated as Benny and Elliot followed her running down the hall to her front door. “I just want to go home, turn on my laptop to confirm the date. I don't believe it!" "Sophie Girl!" Elliot's body interrupted her. "I told you. This is the hardest part. Who cares about the taste, the gray parts; It’s the moment that counts. They gave us something at the hospital. It erases time. We do experiments on time. » “Shut up Elliot. » Benny shouted. As he slowly turned, so did his tone. A tender kindness shone through his melancholy figure as he calmly advised, "Sophie, let's pack your bags and go ask Simon." All right? He can explain it. He said he could cut down on wasting time at the loft. "Oh yes, Stoney's face is also a product of this mess, you know. It's there for something – and it's more than just being philanthropic with its elevated space. I say let's hide at my place. Hugues? My old lady, she will make everything golden. "I just want to know the date," she said, jingling the right key for the lock. "You have a love letter here. Benny passed the folded piece of paper stuck to the peephole and handed it to Sophie. She felt a slight smile lift her cheeks over the familiar curve of the lower curve of the letter S in her name. Sophie – Please – Talk to me. Jacob. The illness at the center of her mind tried to intrude on the memory of the image of a smiling Jacob in need of a haircut, but instead she remembered the moment the photo was taken. She waited for the stream – it flowed, tickling as it went down her arm to flow from her gray fingers holding her note. The jet lands in his pocket; safe, from illness. "Yes, that's the boyfriend," Elliot smiled. "He's going to hate the rock hard abs of one Simon Archer." "It's my friend... middle of paper... who's slipping away from us, and there's nothing we can do. For Pete's sake, we're deluded enough to believe she has his soul in his pocket! So let your brother sue. I hope he wins. Girl, you're too good to have been hurt in the first place and thrown into this senseless shit. ", Sophie repeated softly. And she repeated again, she noticed that she was not looking at her things filling her house, but she only noticed the dark shadows of her things, moving away from the harsh light of the corridor; lost in the darker hues of the room. “Yes,” Elliot smiled. “That’s what the evil of the soul really is;” There was a silence in the room. ; a strange dusty silence. Sophie closed her eyes, not caring about the tears running down her cheek, nor the force with which her heart was beating deep in her chest, nor the fact that she felt nothing either...