so, there's no turning back, child. embrace your destiny. step forth into the unknown with bold steps. take your place in the hallowed grounds of the cathedral. revel in that sacred moment.

even though you never listen, shut your eyes for once, and feel, hear.

you are not alone.

he read it again and again, his eyes following the characters written by his grandmother. her hands must have had trembled as she wrote it on her deathbed. but at the same time, her handwriting embodied an elegance that reflected the dignity with which she had confronted her illness and death itself.

reading it, he knew for sure he was going to amsterdam.

*wrote this because i got a msg fr wk, and my first thought was: so, there's no turning back. and the rest just came out.