[The Next Day, morning at 6:30 am.]
[At nursing home]
[The Doctor was constantly scanning his health. Cyrus's face became blue, only the part of his heart was left.]
[On the other side.]
[Elisa was just standing as a statue and waiting for Emberlyn's words.]
Emberlyn: The 1st thing you've to sacrifice for this, is.... (After a pause) 'YOUR VOICE'.
[Elisa was stopped at a moment but immediately she nodded her head, as if she was agree with the loss.]
Elisa: And what is the 2nd? (Very calmly) Grandma?
Emberlyn: Don't you have any problem with this condition? It was your own voice.
Elisa: Sir always called me an annoying girl. So, it'll be better for him, if I'll give away my sound.
[She just smiled once and looked at Emberlyn in an asking manner.]
Emberlyn: (sighs) Okayy, I get it. Now cone to the 2nd and last condition. Umm.. Elisa 'FOR WHOM YOU CAME HERE, HE'LL FORGET YOU AND ALL OF YOUR ENCOUNTERS WITH HIM.'
[This time she became very very shocked, as she can't believe her ears.]
Elisa: Whatttt?? (Little screamed)
Emberlyn: Yes, my girl. (Very calmly)
[She sat down on the floor and her cheeks became wet with thousands of tears.]
["There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed." - Napoleon Bonaparte]
[What a magnificent game of fate! For whom she will give away her words, he'll forget her. She took out Cyrus's shirt from her bag and cried loudly holding it tightly with her chest.]
Emberlyn: Little girl, don't cry. You have your own decision and you must follow your heart.
[She also took out a paper and wrote down Cyrus' full name with a pen. After writing she got up and looked at Emberlyn.]
Elisa: I am agree with these conditions.
Emberlyn: Are you sure, girl?
Elisa: (whispers) Yes Grandma.
[Elisa took a baby steps to the bottle and opened the lid. There was a pink smoke gathered in the mouth of the bottle and she dropped the folded paper into it. She closed her eyes and imagined him.]
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"तू जो मुझे आ मिला
सपने हुए सरफिरे
हांथों में आते नहीं
उड़ते हैं लम्हे मेरे
मेरी हंसी तुझसे
मेरी ख़ुशी तुझसे
तुझे खबर क्या बेकदर
जिस दिन तुझको ना देखूं
पागल पागल फिरती हूँ
कौन तुझे यूँ प्यार करेगा
जैसे मैं करती हूँ...."
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The Vanishing Choice: Frolic of Survival
RomantizmRemain or DISAPPEAR!! Which button will Professor Cyrus press for Elisa? 'NO SIP OF OXYGEN LEFT!!' - Now what? It's a game of choice, a choice of survival, but survives from whom?? Let's go on the journey of the fantasy of Elysium! •This F...
