There is a movement in the silent left hand that has been there for as long as I can remember - the index finger and middle finger come together and gently tuck towards the edge of non-existence. Like tucking someone in for someone.
He didn't know whose it was.
Having been in the job of killing people for six years, he has seen the hands of the deceased before leaving: reaching for the pockets, holding the sheets, and pushing the door but unable to open it. Behind every action, there is something that cannot be resolved. Only when it is settled can one leave.
The act of clean closure will slowly fade away. Those who have fooled themselves will always be hanged, suppressing one person, and finally suppressing the person into another person.
So he doesn't fool around. His axis.
But the person he had been keeping under the covers for six years had never found where he came from.
Until he took a new order and saw a woman who had saved her life for her children, and her hand that was only an inch out of reach——
The two actions overlapped for the first time.
He started checking. Find out who he is waiting for and what he is waiting for all his life.
He knew only one thing: it never wanted to go.
Concept: Everyone has an action they cannot let go of before they die. The job of terminating people's silence is to find out what's behind that action and send them away.
But he also has a movement on his body - tucking in the quilt, which he has done since he can remember. He doesn't know whose it belongs to, and he doesn't know who he is waiting for.
What this book wants to write about is the matter of "not being able to let go" itself: some people can't let go of a person, some can't let go of a promise, and some can't let go of a word that has not yet been spoken. Ending does not mean erasing it, but finding a place for that hanging breath to fall.
And: How does a person who sends others away every day finally say goodbye to the obsession that does not belong to him?