Day 7 Blink My name is Adrian Cagrant, I know this.

I am sitting against the floor of dust, my back is open the cold of the wall as I stare

at the ground, trying to get a grip of the last seven days.

I tell myself this will pass, and a few more hours I will get back home, reward myself

with my home cooked dinner one, and greet my students, hello.

My left arm is freshly cut to the shoulder, slowly bleeding out the rest of my life.

I take a deep breath, my limb fell like being pounded between steel doors every half

a second, my stomach aching, like sharp teeth reaching the way out of my insides.

I don't have enough strength to move, I am stuck in a dark corner inside a more

hardware store beneath the ceiling that fell into the slope.

Where is this goddamn rescue team?

It had been a week since the earthquake, the air was heavy of gasoline and rot.

Among the darkness, the dust, the broken shards of fluorescent lights, the limbs of those

who did not make it, some blood and darkness, a black existence by itself in itself.

Blink Sasha, squeeze my hand.

We'll get through this, she shows, her part is soft against mine, warm even, it is

only then that I realised I've been trembling hard.

I was trying to distract myself from the pain, staring at Sasha's face.

I focused on her eyes, her long black hair, inhaled, then tried to relax.

I felt the air implode inside my lungs, thought about all the other things I will do after

I get out of this ruin, then exiled.

Sasha smiles at me with the dimples bearing inside her cheeks, and I managed to calm down

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