Chapter 180. Tired

CELINE’s P O V

‘‘I'm tired…’’ While I was leaning against the window of the taxi, and muttering to myself, my voice was filled with the exhaustion of an endless cycle.

‘‘Hey, Miss… are you that exhausted at such a young age?’’ the driver suddenly spoke.

‘‘It’s very tiring to be alive…’’ I mumbled while keeping my eyes shut.

‘‘Yes, life is exhausting in every sense of the word...’’ he stated. ‘‘Dealing with other people and participating in social activities both demand money if you want to continue doing them. There is no comfort for the living, and it is only for the dead. As long as they are still alive, the living will continue to feel exhausted…’’

The driver appeared to be overcome with emotion while he was speaking, but I did not utter a single word in response.

After ten minutes, I signaled the driver to pull over at a convenience store, where I shopped for a few items before climbing back into the vehicle. The driver then continued driving until I