'No, I was the one who wanted to die.'
She turned back to the piano. In the last days of her life, she had finally realised her grand dream: to play with heart and soul, for as long as she wanted and whenever the mood took her. It didn't matter to her that her only audience was a young schizophrenic; he seemed to understand the music, and that was what mattered.
The above part is not the part of the love story, it's just a section of a book i am currently reading "veronika Decides to Die" from Paulo Coelho. I liked the part a lot and wanted to share it with u guys. Be positive and do whatever ur heart desires or else...
Have u ever had a day when everything went perfect well near to perfect, i missed a small fire place. Just before Dusk, Light Rain and wind, warm enough to sit outside cold enough for her to smug upto to me //dream moment// if there was any. silence speaking a thousand words. an hour passed with the blink of the eye but the moment has been captured. this 1 moment will never end in my heart or in my eyes.
The rest as they say is history. keep in touch
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