Prologue: November 14, 2013

     Has anybody ever liked goodbyes? And by goodbyes I do not necessarily mean separation from a loved one. I mean it generally. Like when a play reaches its end, a movie comes to its credits, a student enjoys a semestral break. I personally don't like such things. For some reason, they always leave me hanging. It's like floating on nothing, and on unidentified territory. You have no idea what's happening, and you feel like things are happening too fast. 
     To be honest, the goodbyes that took place in my life were sudden and informal. At least they feel that way. Without warning, the characters from the play I've instantly attached myself to are forming a line on the stage, holding each other's raised hands and then all together bowing to the audience. In the glimpse of an eye, the screen blacks out, and then words move down up of it in a movie. And, without me realizing, a whole five months have already passed and it's already time for those cover-to-cover exams.
     It's one of those times again. I'm hanging on empty space, having no idea where to start, my worries slowly eating up whatever hope's left in me. It's time I put my battle armour on, because I