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Elias looked down. "I think I’m just afraid of what comes after the 'Fine'."

"The thing about books," she said, leaning against the counter, "is that the spine only holds so many pages. If you keep reading the same one, you’re not a reader anymore. You’re just a statue." She walked away before he could respond. NГ¤chstes Kapitel

For three years, that notebook had been his anchor. It was filled with the blueprints of a life that no longer existed: architectural sketches of a house he never built, grocery lists for a woman who was no longer there, and frantic prose written in the middle of sleepless nights. It was a book of "almosts." Elias looked down

He didn't write a poem. He didn't draft a plan. Instead, he took his pen and wrote two words at the very top, in letters so bold they felt like a heartbeat: You’re just a statue