Light behind the peephole

I remember that I could feel the light behind the peephole. Without thinking, I decided to peek out. For a moment, I lost my vision in the brightness. I screamed as I felt the skin on my face and hands burn. Only the cold breath of death made me feel alive.

I had always been like that, seeking the adrenaline of looking into the eyes of the abyss. That had made me jump from the Pyrenees, dive into Jacob's Well, meet Ernesto... But also visit that Yucatan bat cave full of mushrooms.

After that, he next thing I remembered was being there, in the motel, next to the devoured corpse of my dog. That nausea, the suffocating terror as I felt the blood on my hands. Those are memories that will not fade.

I felt absent again, lost, it was as if getting blood brought me back to consciousness. But my dog's remains were dry and there were still many hours of sunshine.

Did I regret the life I had led? I'm still not sure. Regret would mean that I would have done things differently knowing the outcome, wouldn't it? To that I know the answer: No. I would have missed out on so much and I would never have loved Ernesto.

But I heard his knuckles against the door with a sharpness that pricked my heart.

And my stomach.

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