Chapter 18 start(1)

The first time I met Joe, there is no sound in my memory. It's like a movie that has malfunctioned, seeing an unexpected stop in the middle.What freezes on the screen in the dark is an abrupt picture.There are no words spoken, no things done.The regret of leaving nothing in vain. I forgot what the first words I said to her were.That day was a reception for her website.In Portman's warm and empty hall, the crowd emerged from the back of the network under the sun, like a school of unrecognizable fish.Blind din. I saw a man in a suit, nonchalantly drinking a frozen Coke.He repeated the motion until he began to feel ashamed of being alone.Like a man in a terminally ill state, sober and incurable.

Then I found out that man was myself. When she passed me, she knocked over my glass.