Louis
Ragna looked at peace and focused. He kept his face straight and serious. I haven’t seen that kind of expression before, but he kept looking out of the window as if someone would materialize out of the apartment when I was still gathering all the things I held irreplaceable. Pictures and mementos that I have carried with me even in my darkest days. Made me remember that I have gone through the worst. Went through hell and still going through hell.
We briefly paused. Leaning on the back of my couch with a mountain of bags behind us that he packed. For some reason, he navigated towards my room and took all the things I took for granted. I wanted to question him, but we were in a sense of urgency that stopped for this moment.
Ragna waited for something. He doesn’t know the name of it
