Narrative Essay On The Last Chance

The Last Chance “The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live”-Norman Cousins Lying motionless on the bed, looking at the ceiling without any feelings, my heart starts beating ten times faster than usual. Chandelier oscillates, the train passes by the station and the ground starts shivering, looks like aghast and frightened. I’m trying to observe how colors are playing with the curtain but one more minute and everything will evanesce. I will be in the bottom of infinity but this last minute is stretching like a grotesque ghost of our past.
Everything is whirling so fast that I do not know if they are tangible or just a part of my unlimited imagination. Old radio

I was always an introvert person and had small circle of friends, which was consisting only by two humans, me and my friend, Guka. When I was a child, I was thinking that our parents made some kind of agreement, which enabled them to separate us but we were born together and we were brothers. Guka was an impatient person and weird one because of his manner of speaking. He will always stay like an Enigma for me. Despite the prohibition, we still went to the sea. It was suffocating heat outside. When we finally got to the destination, my excitement reached its peak. I heard the voices of waves and I got goose bumps because of the joy and happiness. We went to the place, where the Black Sea meets the river Rioni (delta) . We were swimming, I was making fun of him, cause he did not know swimming well but he tried his best. firstly, he was mad at me because of my jokes but then I stopped, when I felt uncomfortable laughing alone. I went out from the water and laid down on the beach. I was looking at him and smiling without any reason. Suddenly a big wave dragged him and I lost him from the horizon. Someone opened the