#agent.gustafsson

Lately, every time I glance at the clock, it always says 11:11. I’m not sure what it means. I go about my day, my usual tasks, and when I need to see the time, it’s 11:11. It’s always 11:11. Was it just a coincidence? Am I just getting lucky? After a while, it became too hard to ignore.

Is it something I was waiting for?

I used to recall some myths about that time. Something about a wish…? Hm… I don’t have anything I truly wish for. I have no such desire for… anything, really. My beautiful days have died just the same, so thus, I…

…

Ah. It’s because it’s telling me it appears in my life for a reason…? I haven’t been paying attention until now. Everything had happened at that time, correct? I don’t remember much about what happened, because it felt meaningless to me.

Do I wish to wake up?

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In truth, I wanted to live.

Clock and pistol are entwined while counting from reverse.

These words can't obtain salvation, can they?

THE TIME IS NOW. KILL HIM.

I stopped believing in the future a long, long time ago.

I wasn’t on the right path? No, that can’t be right…

One glance, and it’s already 11:12. You’ve missed your chance.

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I held my breath until it was over.