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@@ -22,6 +22,8 @@ ) #set quote(block: true) +#let dbg-content(content) = content.fields + #let black = cmyk(0%, 0%, 0%, 100%) #let white = cmyk(0%, 0%, 0%, 0%) #let page-white(body) = [ @@ -51,7 +53,7 @@ context page( margin: ( top: 25% ), numbering: none, - fill: black, //gradient.radial(cmyk(0%, 0%, 0%, 75%), black), + fill: black, align(center)[ #show: set text(fill: white, font: "Amita") #align(end, image("title.svg", width: 100%, alt: "The Lightened Black")) @@ -110,7 +112,7 @@ First edition }, ) -#let p(content) = [ +#let p(content, indent: true) = [ #linebreak() #{ if content.has("children") { @@ -120,7 +122,11 @@ First edition .enumerate() .map(((i, item)) => par( item, - first-line-indent: if i == 0 { 0em } else { 1.3em }) + first-line-indent: if i == 0 or not indent { + 0em + } else { + 1.3em + }) ).join() } else { par(content) @@ -185,6 +191,7 @@ First edition #show: page-black #eyes("closed") +// The other memories don't allow Frank to change what he was doing. It's kind of bizarre that he would be in control of anything here. If he were in control, he'd probably try to change the past, which he cannot be allowed to do. _Crap, I'm driving._ #p[ @@ -260,3 +267,156 @@ _Crap, I'm driving._ #show: page-black #eyes("closed-tear") + +#p[ + #[I held a letter in my hand, addressed to my darling Teresa. I kept debating whether or not I should even hand it to her. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe there was something else I could do. I couldn't help but wonder if I was doing more harm than good. I held my hand over my face. Teresa was still getting lunch with her sister. I had time to reconsider what I was working on. I already had a suitcase packed, leaning against the wall next to the door. I had no idea how Teresa might react to what I wanted to say.] + #[I crumpled the letter in my hand and left it on the coffee table. I decided I would take a shower to think. I'd be out before she got home.] +] + #set page(fill: gradient.linear(black, cmyk(5%, 0%, 0%, 100%), dir: ttb)) +#p(indent: false)[ + #[I spent more time in that shower than I wanted to. I just couldn't stop thinking about what I planned to do. I lost track of time. And the warm drops of water felt so good. Even if I couldn't tell which ones came from the showerhead, and which ones came from my face. Teresa and I weren't good for each other. I still believe that to this very day. So many arguments and so much stress. I always said she would be the death of me. The letter on that coffee table might have saved me, or both of us, from each other. But at what cost?] + #[Our shower drain was very clogged. I kept trying to fix it. The tub was half full at the point, and I knew it was time to get out. As for what I was going to do...] + #[I think I would have hidden that letter. I'm sure our next conversation would've been traumatic after that. But I did think that being transparent would be better. I don't know what I was thinking. I think I hardly even was. I just don't know.] +] +#set page(fill: cmyk(5%, 0%, 0%, 100%)) +#p(indent: false)[ + #[I took one very long deep breath before leaving the bathroom.] + #[And Teresa was there.] +] + +#p[ + #[She was there, sitting on the couch. The letter wasn't where I put it. It was in her trembling hands. Her face was so cruel to me. Where were her beautiful eyes? Why was the world so cruel to not let me see them, even one more time?] +] + +#p[#"The eyes that stared at me only had a mix of sadness and rage. No beauty."] + +#p[ + #[Her voice wasn't the same either. It was loud. It was broken. There was no hope in it. It said things I wish I never heard.] + #["Do you not love me anymore?"] + #["You're a coward!"] + #["I cannot believe you would give up this easily. I can't believe you wrote this!"] +] +#set page(fill: gradient.linear(cmyk(5%, 0%, 0%, 100%), cmyk(10%, 0%, 0%, 100%), dir: ttb)) +#p[ + #[Before I knew it, she was gone. She had marched off to the bedroom, locking the door behind her. Her voice wasn't yelling any longer. I could only hear her stomps and whimpers. Her eyes were no longer there to torture me, yet somehow I could still see them.] +] + +#p[.] +#p[..] +#p[_Sigh_] +#p[...] +#p[What did I do wrong?] + +#show: page-white +#set page(fill: gradient.linear(cmyk(5%, 0%, 0%, 0%), cmyk(0%, 2%, 2%, 0%), dir: ttb)) +#eyes("open-tears") + +#p[ + #[I woke up in a panic. The yarn was still on my lap. The crochet hook was still in my hand. The scissors were still on the armrest beside me. I didn't know what to think, or what to do. I just kept wondering how I could possibly make that mistake. ] +] + +#box(fill: black, width: 100%, pad(rest: 0.3in)[ + #set text(fill: white, size: 11pt) + #align(center, image("eye-closed" + ".svg", width: 25%)) + #p[ + #[I saw Teresa weeping behind the door. She must was wondered how she got so unlucky to end up with me. How did I get so stupid to let go of her?] + ] +]) + +#set page(fill: gradient.linear(cmyk(0%, 0%, 1%, 1%), cmyk(0%, 2%, 2%, 0%), dir: ttb)) +#p[ + #[Of course that wasn't the best I could do. I only hurt the both of us. I could've done anything else, and I picked the worst choice.] +] + +#p[] +#box(fill: black, width: 100%, pad(rest: 0.3in)[ + #set text(fill: white) + #align(center, image("eye-closed" + ".svg", width: 15%)) + #p[ + #[Teresa pounced at my neck, felling me to the hard floor. She screamed at me, "WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU?! WHY DID I EVER WANT YOU?!"] + ] +]) + +#p[ + #[I didn't really want to leave her! In truth, I could never say what I wanted to say to her face. It's like she said. I tried to leave because I was a coward!] + #[These visions just wouldn't leave me alone. All I wanted for for them to leave me alone.] +] + +#set page(fill: gradient.linear(cmyk(0%, 2%, 2%, 0%), cmyk(0%, 4%, 4%, 0%), dir: ttb)) +#box(fill: black, width: 100%, pad(x: 0.3in, top: 0.1in, bottom: 0.3in)[ + #set text(fill: white) + #p[ + #[Teresa and I were in a warm embrace. She whispered to me, "Don't worry so much, Frank. Even when we're apart, we're together. And I love every moment we're together."] + ] +]) + + +#p[ + #[That last one was actually nice. Teresa. That smile. Those eyes. Your joy. I just wanted to feel that again. I tried to. I closed again to see her.] +] + +#pad(top: .15in, box(fill: cmyk(100%, 100%, 100%, 100%), width: 100%, pad(top: 0.15in, rest: 0.3in)[ + #set text(fill: white) + #p[ + #[Teresa looked at me through from the driver's seat of the car. Her eyes held so much hatred. "You really hate me huh. Maybe I should just kill myself. Then we'll see how you feel."] + ] +])) + +#set page(fill: gradient.linear(cmyk(0%, 4%, 4%, 0%), cmyk(0%, 8%, 8%, 0%), dir: ttb)) +#p[ + #[*"NO! THAT'S NOT YOU!"*] +] + +#p[ + #[I wasn't thinking straight. All I wanted was for the visions to stop. But my eyes couldn't stop showing me these horrors. In the absence of light, all I could see was her. It was stupid, but I could only think of one thing to do. Hell, I didn't even think. It was instinct.] + #[The scissors I needed were still on the armrest. I picked them up, opened them, and thrust them into both eyes simultaneously.] +] + +#show: page-black +#set page(fill: cmyk(100%, 100%, 100%, 100%)) + +#p[ + #[Everything was dark. All I could see was Teresa. Biggest mistake of my life.] + #[I had just realized I was hyperventilating. My breathing started to slow down.] + #["Teresa, come back to me. I don't know what I did wrong, but if I could go back, I'd find a way to fix everything. I don't know what I need to do. But I would do it if only I could learn! I could save you!"] + #[No response came to me. Not from Teresa, nor my visions, nor the neighbors, who probably heard me scream.] +] + +#p[] +#p[ + #["If I can't have you, then at least let me have my memories. Let me hold on to the good times we shared."] +] + +#p[ + #["Please?"] +] + +#show: page-red +#eyes("bloody") + +#p[ + #[I was in the living room, slowly, but surely, unpacking my things. Teresa had just told me how she felt, and I was inclined to believe her. I felt like such an idiot. So much effort was wasted. And what came of it? How was I supposed to face her now?] + #[I heard the bedroom door creak open. I sighed, dreading what I was about to see. But I didn't sense any anger from her. I heard her whimper from beyond the door. I turned to see her just barely peeking through. Teresa got startled. She hid her facxe behind the door, and then slowly emerged from it.] + #[She wiped a tear from her eye. "You're not?" She opened the door, and walked through, still keeping her distance from me. I just shook my head.] + #["Thank you... I-" She didn't finish her sentence. She slowly walked towards the door. I guessed that she just wanted some fresh air.] + #[I decided to finish her sentence for her. "I love you."] + #[She looked down and started crying. "I love you too." She walked out the door.] +] + +#p[ + #[And then, I saw her point of view. Maybe it was all my crazy imagination. I can never really know what happened. But I'd like to believe it was true.] +] + +#p[ + #[Teresa was hoping that a car drive would calm her down, so she got in. She took a beat before starting the engine. She must've wondered if it was the best idea to be driving in her state. But for one reason or another, she decided to take off.] + // Maybe she should try at least considering this sooner. Her arc is kinda rushed right now. + #[She drove for hours as it got darker and darker. She pondered her own actions. She wondered what happened between us to make me so miserable. She struggled to remember all the arguments we had. Of course she didn't remember. She never thinks about the past. That's why she's always so happy. And when the sky was fully black, she closed for eyes for a second to weep. _I'm sorry I made you want to leave,_ she thought.] +] + +#p[ +#[#text(size: 24pt, [*_BEEEEEEEEPPPP!_*])] +] + +#p[ + #[Her thought was interrupted by the blare of a car horn. But by the time she noticed it, it was already too late. She let out a scream, and crashed into it.] +] |