Adrift in the tumultuous crossroads of political unrest and a spreading global disease, Paradise Hell follows Amany, a strong-willed woman with a complex past, as she embarks on a journey that shatters her perceptions of family, loyalty, and identit...
"Discretion is advised on the reading of this chapter as it talks about suicide. If you feel depressed or had lost your hopes on life seek help. That's not a "you problem" is a global issue. We're together and we can win this"
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"Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist." Epicurus.
Rio de Janeiro
2024
In a somber symphony of emotions, a pilot and co-pilot stood on the threshold of their cockpit, their eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and melancholic determination. They knew what they were about to do, but they didn't know why. Their hearts sank at the reality that death was the only solution. Their movements were quite mechanical, almost robotic, as they adjusted switches and toggles, preparing the aircraft for its fateful trajectory. The cockpit's cold metallic surroundings echoed the cold detachment they had adopted, a shield against the raw emotions coursing through them.
Each step they took felt like a slow descent into an abyss of their own making, but they knew they had to do it. Strapping themselves into their seats, each other's gazes, silently acknowledging the path they had chosen. Their hands moved with practiced precision, yet their souls seemed detached, adrift in a sea of unspoken regrets and unrealized dreams. As the engines roared to life, the rumble seemed to reverberate within them, mirroring the turbulence of their thoughts.
The airport needed to meet their bodies mixed with the wreckage of their metal bird scattered on the floor. With a final, deliberate glance towards each other, they set the aircraft on its irreversible course. The runway stretched before them like a path to the unknown, a canvas for their final act of defiance against the depression that was dragging them down. The love they had once known now felt distant.
As they gained speed, the world outside the cockpit window seemed to blur into insignificance. The plane's trajectory became a metaphor for their shared desolation. The two human bodies were connected, feeling everything in sync. In those moments of intense silence, their robotic facades cracked, and raw emotion surfaced briefly, reflected in the tear that traced its path down the pilot's and copilot's cheeks. They were now the same person.
As the plane hurtled towards its tragic fate, their souls became intertwined with the machinery they commanded, and their hearts braced for the final impact. Amidst the backdrop of a melancholic sky, they found a strange solace in the communion of their shared destiny. In this tragic act, they feel like it was their last shred of humanity, dying together.
From the vantage point of the parking lot, a group of seven individuals who were running away from the airport witnessed the airplane crash into the ground, causing destruction to anything its metal body encountered during its ultimate touchdown.
