One day, he didn't come back with me. The link had been broken. He choose to stay in that world I couldn't access anymore and I stayed alone forever in that room, waiting for my battery to run out. Finally, the light fluttered and Edith Piaf sang a last time « ... et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole, l'homme qu'elle m'avait donné et que je n'ai jamais retrouvé... »
I caught a dirty rotten potatoes chips with my last bits of energy and I crunched it.
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