The Countdown (VI)

He wondered how ridiculous it was to be in his position. He couldn’t do any of things he just listed, because they wouldn’t make sense or would amount to shunning his responsibilities, given that he had 57 years to live. And then sitting there, in that café, Robert Walser, wished this had never happened to him.

Why couldn’t he take it a year at a time, and do all the things he wanted to do? But that was impossible given that he knew he actually had a long life ahead. Robert being averse to taking risks wouldn’t be reckless even for a brief period of time. There was clearly no way out…

And then Robert Walser, all of 31, wished he had no more than one year to live. Maybe he’d regret it when that year came to an end, but it was far less dreadful a proposition than his current arrangement.

Immediately, he reproached himself for feeling this way, after all, he did have a whole life ahead of himself. Fundamentally, nothing had changed since this morning, when he woke up covered in blood. He still had a family to take care of... Why should his wife and kids suffer for no fault of theirs?

But at the same time he couldn’t shake away the terror he felt…

Robert rushed out of the café, wanting to take a walk to clear his mind. He lit a cigarette (for the first time in many years, dear reader) to calm himself down…

 

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