Character: Aron Tongil

Fear at the thought of his own death does not arise. So many times he was preparing for a meeting with the Grey Lady, and every time she had postponed their date. The thought of death was perceived by the suspended calm and even curious.

He's tired. Just tired. Like all the time here he walked and walked against the current, heavy wave knocked down, and the uneven bottom was forced to stammer, trying to throw knees. And only began to feel that pressure verse, but he stopped, trying to catch my breath, a new wave, higher and stronger than the previous, and with his head covered.
He's tired. I just wanted it to stop. To fall under the pressure of ice water, to give up, to go to the bottom. To accept. To die. Not to hear anything more except the noise of water and birds crying.

I wanted to speak, to share, to tell the truth, but this desire gave himself.

People adapt to everything, especially to what is not clear dangers.

Sometimes a bad reputation is a good thing.

The universe jumped up and began to dance, laughing mockingly, and he had to pretend that everything is fine, that is as it should be. Not to impersonate any gesture or look.

The best lie is the truth, modified to the taste of the interlocutor.