There was a quiet piece of paper lying in the palm of my hand. It was a little yellowed. It looked a lot of years ago, and the immature handwriting was still a little funny. Biko carefully put it away and gently placed it in the bedside drawer.
He closed his eyes and turned off the lights. It was already late at night, but memories came flooding back to him, making him suddenly unbearable...
After a long time, he finally regained his composure. There seemed to be some force acting on him in a daze, dragging him into the dreamland that he had always resisted but was obsessed with...