There is no one in the hallway but me. It was already dark; in a few minutes, the lights will also turn off. I have to rush to my room. If you don't follow the schedule, there will be an issue. Two people who saw me accompany me. That pisses me off. Am I someone who always runs away, hides under the bed, refuses to take medicine, just like the others? Having thought for a while, I am. Better to be accompanied.
They brought me to my grave. My beautiful tomb! Surprised, right? Why does a man love his own grave? This is a pessimistic thought. Take it from the bright sight, at least I have a grave. I have a black box that I know every inch of. If you go back just a little in history, you will find those who could not find this box. Small to live, I admit. But it has a very suitable size to die for. Some die inside very great pyramids; some are under tiny pieces of land. Five square meters is the most optimal size for death. Your whole body will fit and you will die comfortably... I was kidding, forget everything I said. I am not sick enough to praise death; just live it. I had to extend the letter, so I thought I'd make some bullshit. Since I am someone who was dabbling with modern art. I don't have much money, have to tell you preemptively.
They put me in my grave (by the way, saying grave is still forbidden). Then, they closed the door too. I watch the corridor through the iron bars of the door. It's time for shift swap. You know who I'm waiting for. She comes soon and wanders the corridors. It would be great if I could get your attention.
The corridor is filled with the sounds of laughter. I can distinguish the voice of my green-eyed angel among them. She is approaching me. The intensity of the scent of her perfume is gradually increasing. She comes and stands at the door of my grave. We look at each other very closely.
"How are you Ahmet?" she asks me.
I answer with a smile. She smiles too, but covering her mouth with her hand. A little shy today, I don't know why. Wondering why.
"Yesterday went smoothly," I said.
"I heard. Good for you!" she answers, reaching out through the bars and pinching my cheek.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Meh."
"Is that all?"
"What else do you want me to tell you?" she asked.
"He's in love with you," the other nurse says.
I turn and look at her. "Should I die alone?" I ask.
They both laugh. She looks at me with green eyes, squinting one eye and wagging her finger. "Forget it."
I'm looking at the name card. What a beautiful name she has, right? This describes her perfectly. Sibel!
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