The great Lion statue, go straight south. First crossroad, turn right, then left. Right again, left again. Endless
coconut trees on either side of the road. The air, which was so cold a few
moments ago, becomes hotter; it smells salty. I keep on driving until I see a
big green sign, “Welcome to Marshville”. From this point, I can see the famous
Marshville cliff on the right side of the road. It’s about 30 meters above sea
level. The myth says that if you can stand at the edge of the cliff for one
minute while making a wish, your wish will be granted, but I was never stupid
enough to try it. Marshville cliff is famous not because of that stupid myth,
but because it has killed many people. It doesn’t directly kill people, it’s
not haunted or something, it’s just that it’s a perfect place to commit
suicide.
Suicide! That word dances in my head.
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