Railway Route To Velankanni Church

7th Chapter

It was again one of the strange days. Not entirely a lost day, but still not quite as it should be. Siewar, as always on such days, not quite with him, but not quite gone. November was confused. And lest the confusion was intended due to a problem or question, but a general, surreal confusion that would run throughout the day. This confusion led to a kind of indifference, which in turn has meant that she was now no matter whether anyone could see the scars on her arm. So she wore a T-shirt with short sleeves, so that the fine lines that they felt themselves as aesthetic, were visible. It was her not matter whether friends who knew nothing about it, would see her at the university. Where they really doubted that anyone ever noticed it. Their scars were very pale and she looked perhaps most clearly, because they knew they were there. But at least before her friends she did not want to hide anymore. The scars were finally a part of it. They were part of November, as any other part of her body. And
Novemeber accepted the scars not only liked it even. Besides the fact that they felt as beautiful, they made it something different, something special. The scars told a story. They were the visible proof that November was living in another world. A map of the world in which they lived.
A visible sign that she was not an average, normal person like everyone else. She was a stranger in the world, in which it was born, and a queen in the world they had created themselves out of despair. However, she was at home in any of the worlds.

The next day she felt so strange as ever. November's everyday life was marked by an exhaustion that she was hardly able to endure yet. Never before had she felt the nature of depression as as of the day. This monster, this black tar had her body, her thoughts and feelings well in hand and she could not help it. Some degree of bitter-sweet melancholy she had always enjoyed, but the border with suffering that was no longer fit, she had long since passed. Or rather, the black tar they had pulled over this limit. He was tar too powerful, she had no chance to defend themselves.

She sat back in her favorite coffee shop, waiting for the time passed. In about three quarters of an hour she would be meet with a girlfriend. The time passed relatively quickly, but dribbled the same time tough then, just like the tar in her head. And although she met with a good friend, wished November, more like home. She was already at the end of her strength and terribly exhausted and tired, even though the day had passed gerademal half. Even before the next day, his birthday in November, would it horrified her. She would have to wear all day that awful, smiling mask that helped her, but also stole huge amounts of power. They would prefer to just their Have peace, but their relationship since her thwarted plans. And they also wanted to disappoint anyone.