Chapter 500 Forever 19

• In the apocalyptic aftermath, memories were either cold blades or shards of glass—every scar bled fresh, wounds that would never heal no matter how many years passed. Without prying further into Yoann's hardships, Nadia carried her bucket into the room.
• Life had not been kind to anyone. Nadia remembered the first time she met Yoann—she had been wearing that same red dress, her face impeccably made up, her skin well-maintained. Though fiery and jealous by nature, she had lived better than most of the other women. Now, in that same dress, Yoann looked two or three decades older, her body gaunt like an old woman's, unrecognizable.
• They said time was the butcher's knife, but the apocalypse wielded it with unparalleled swiftness.