Solitudes Multiples
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« Je... je veux juste mourir. Ma vie est si douloureuse. C'est mon âme sœur, pourquoi est-elle morte ? Pourquoi est-ce que je l'ai tuée ?
Elle est là , juste à côté de moi. Elle est dans ma tête, dans mon âme, parfois sa voix - non - ses cris - sont dans mon esprit, je suis juste bloqué ce jour-là, je ne peux pas en sortir. »
Dans cette fiction, suivez les traces du sans-abri le plus lunatique de Paris, meurtres après meurtres, il tombe amoureux en coup de foudre d'une de ses victimes. Son fantôme est-il toujours avec lui, ou est-ce seulement son esprit schizophrène qui lui fait voir cette femme ?
À toutes ces questions, seuls les lecteurs peuvent répondre, vous seul.
TW ⚠️⚠️
Présence d'un vocabulaire familier, voire vulgaire.
Présence d'autodestruction, scènes maniaques et/ou de folie
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