Chapter
187 of the cellphone novel: Secondhand Memories by Takatsu
We walked in silence for a while.
The twinkling lights in the neighbourhood slowly one by one were snuffed out, like candles.
But
yet, this was not a depressing thought. As people turned off their lights, the night would gently embrace everyone with
peace.
Hush. The night was our lullaby.
I glanced at my handphone. It was 12 already. I hadn’t realized I had
spent so much time in the hospital.
“It’s really late isn’t it?” I asked no one in particular.