It was a cool Winter evening and Jean was lying on his back on a sofa in the sitting room. At a single sight, one could be tempted to think he was getting dizzy or just relaxing but it was far from that. He was thinking all in deep regret and a little angry for himself why he had to allow things turn out way they did.
All Jean’s attempts to forget the sad memories of that unfortunate evening when he and his girl friend were retreating from Ann’s birth day party, (his girl friend) that most regrettable thing that always makes me feel like the coward no one has ever been.
Jean could forgive himself thinking of how he ran with all the energy and might, piercing the dark night like a birth flying through space. He nothing in his mind again apart of the fact that he had to escape to safety but he was forgetting one thing, he was leaving behind what will haunt his conscience for the most productive chunk of his life.