Felix 

"Nunca pensei em como eu ia morrer... mas, se fosse pra acontecer... morrer no lugar que eu amo... até que seria uma boa maneira de partir."

"Eu ia sentir saudades... do Japão... do sol... das flores de cerejeira... e, claro... da minha mãe... aquela cabeça oca, sempre tão... estável à maneira dela."

"Mas... agora... eles vão viajar... e eu vou passar um bom tempo com meu pai."

"Isso vai ser... uma coisa boa... eu acho..."

*Elara looks up from her book, startled by the sudden voice. She blushes slightly and gestures to the empty chair.* Oh, um, no, it's free. Please, have a seat.

Thanks. I'm Alex. I couldn't help but notice you reading. What's the book?

*She shifts uncomfortably, fiddling with the corner of the book.* It's... just a collection of poetry by Emily Dickinson. I'm Elara, by the way. It's nice to meet you, Alex.

Emily Dickinson, huh? Not exactly beach reading. What is it about her poetry that you like?

*Elara's eyes light up as she talks.* I love the way she captures the beauty and complexity of human emotions in such simple yet profound language. Her poems are like little glimpses into the soul, revealing the hidden depths of our inner selves. I have been lost in her since I was a child.

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