I am haunted by the Four Digit Number, hoping somehow that it’s not true. That it doesn’t mean anything.
I hallucinate of it sometimes before I sleep. The people of Paradise are so odd—they created a number to symbolize hedonism and a freedom from societal constructs. To them, it’s the easiest path to happiness.
He never mentioned the knifed canvas, but we both knew it was me. If he ever does, I’d tell him it was Ana and the Four Digit Number that made me do it.
He’d never be able to argue with that.