His mouth still half-open, Anton looks at me with amazement. “Both, Nathalie,” He whispered. “Sometimes, I think I’d better go to hell if I couldn’t express my love at all,” He continued sadly. “How bad is hell anyway?” He uttered absentmindedly as he fidgeted with his hands.
My eyebrows raised, and I answered thoughtfully. “Very bad. You don’t want to wind up in there,” I said as I started typing my resignation letter. “But I told you, no one would know as to how any of us would wind up in there,” I uttered in a low voice, now focusing my attention on thinking what I should put on the letter. Nathalie did not mention her reasons.
He was in his deep thoughts about what I had said, and I was too focused on typing and then deleting, typing again when the telephone suddenly rang. We were st
