He said, one day you'll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember.
Half a decade passed in a coon's age. Lights were still on. It was a bone-chilling night. Glacial. All she can remember were those moments. But a moment of silence struck up when she remembered something. Reminiscing. Everything. Almost everything.
It all began when her grandfather perished, who was once a bold soldier. How ironic that he never died in countless of battles, but rather, he died of something more than just a war. It was a combat. A scuffle between his mind and himself. He took away the life that saved thousands of acquitted Jews under Hitler's lethal and disastrous rule and jurisdiction.
Nobody knew why he just suddenly went to a meadow where he named it as Paradies der Last, a German phrase. In search for a firm rope. He was old, yet still bold. Robust enough to find a piece of string. Just to tie it around his neck. Just to kill himself. Nobody knew why he did it, except one.
Dalen Hoffen, presently the youngest descendant of her grandfather, and right before her legal age lost the old man. They were so close. More than just lovers. She can still remember. It was autumn when she visited her grandfather in the cemetery. The ambience of the place was still the same since the last time she was there, the last time she saw her grandpa. She can still recall the last words he said before he took away his life.
"In another horizon."
