The Last Voyage

Chapter 7: What Will Make Kent Regret Before He Dies

What Will Make Kent Peace Regret Before He Dies

While everyone who knows Kent is still trying to get rid of it, or more accurately, they are thinking about how to get close to his now huge fortune, that poor guy is still working. sit still in the car. Kent suddenly realized it was his own real car. His first car was a rickety old sedan that his father had left him before he died with his mother. After that, it followed him for a while until old age came upon its chassis. When Kent goes to work, earns money, meets Ann Reed quickly, only to have to buy a new car for her. In the end, she returned Kent's love by climbing into bed with that damn Steve. Kent bitterly blamed himself for not buying a car early. He hesitated and hesitated with all his intentions just to serve and devote to Ann Reed's needs. Kent pushed his hair back, lowering the bonnet to let the summer breezes of Long Island's ocean flavor caress his face. Kent laughed, looking down at his crotch: “You could have found a better place. Damn it!”

Kent turned on the radio very loudly, but no song could reach his ears. Kent silently cursed the strange taste of music of today's children. Kent pressed hard on the gas pedal, crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Kent's car sped forward. He never stopped feeling comfortable as he crossed this bridge. A strange feeling welled up in his body as if he had been completely stripped of all the troubles in his heart from behind. He left everything in Manhattan, taking only an original Kent to return to Brooklyn. I don't understand why deep inside Kent is a deep feeling like immense water. He put his left hand on the door of the car, letting the sea breeze mixed with the sound of the car engine pat his skin as a way of satisfying the senses in the short remaining days of his life. When a person's lifetime gradually approaches the final destination, they will often think of the starting point. And so did Kent, he let his subconscious drive aimlessly and when his consciousness regained control of his mind, he realized the car was moving towards Brooklyn.

This is where he was born, a Brooklyn boy but living like hard working teenagers in an annual summer camp. Sometimes Kent himself feels shy with Brooklyn because he has no sound of this bustling land. Brooklyn is a symbol of the 'young nomad' lifestyle - the smoldering thirst of people who like to 'travel around'. Brooklyn is much quieter than Manhattan, but because of that, it has a strange flair. When he was a child, Kent used to roam the streets to watch random street rappers shoot a few words of welcome and then enjoy the sweet ice cream of roadside shops. That rather contradictory image partly shapes the character of Kent and Brooklyn. The double visual effect that blends unexpectedly. Kent stopped the car in front of a small wooden house, looking pretty in the American West. It was only then that Kent realized that the house where he was born and raised might be more deserving of Texas or Colorado or New Orleans than New York. Kent feels the house is so pathetic, it brings back memories of when he was recruited into David's company. A guy who deserves it all but doesn't fit.

Since Kent's parents left this world, he didn't know if the two of them would make it to Heaven, but he was certain that Hell would never be able to entice them. Kent entered the house, the house covered with dust and thick white nylon sheets. The smell of urine somewhere hit her nose and Kent confirmed that there must be an intruder here. Neighbors around here don't seem to care much about this house. He also had thoughts of moving here, but he couldn't bear the family memories that kept popping up in his head.

Looming in the kitchen is an image of Kent's mother trying to bake the best apple pie she can to lure him back inside while playing in the yard with the neighborhood kids. In the living room was Kent's father, busy with the creaking television and the newspaper in his hand, which he assured him would never read nor clearly remember the news on. But Kent's father often explains the reason for his strange behavior is that he likes the world to still rotate and flow around him, it makes him feel that everything is okay.

Kent's father's concept of the world has always become an important catalyst for the formation of his mind, a 'calm in his own way' young man amidst the hustle and bustle of New York. Kent's phone suddenly rang, Ann Reed's number. Right now, Kent just wanted to punch her in the face. He regretted the precious time he wasted on his toxic love affair with her. Kent picked up the phone, saying as fast as she could: “Don't let the last moments of my life become a cheap rom-com comedy. God… Ann… you should find another idiot to hang on to.”

“Kent, don't be like that. It hurts me to say that.” Ann Reed pretends to cry on the phone. Of course, Kent had been blind for the rest of his life under her massive breasts, but it was time for him to see. Kent chuckles - his tone is rather provocative, sarcastically sarcastic: “Are you heartbroken? Go die, Ann! Damn it! Do you know that I committed suicide?”

"Oh my God! Kent! Don't do that!" Ann yelled into the phone. She still refuses to let him go, she wants to take his heart back but more precisely his money. Kent was no longer stupid and blind, he protested at once, as strong as a jaguar. He yelled: “I'm not killing myself, bitch! Because I know if I go to hell I'll have to see you again! Not even the fire of hell can burn your signature stench.”

Kent turns off the phone, that's Kent, a guy who only knows how to hide from the truth. Just a few hours ago he had intended to end his life as pathetic and pale as a dead pixel on a large screen. Kent ran his hand through each room, touching every grain of wood, every ledge to feel a little breath of the past. He sighed as he stood in front of the huge family photo his father hung in the living room. Kent's eyes blurred rapidly, his hands shaking violently. Kent fell to his knees and he… began to sob like a child in need of a parent's comfort. Although he cried, scolded… but that was just the tip of the iceberg of his emotions. The things that Kent really stored up for so many years until now he had the opportunity to explode. He said chokingly: “Dad, I don't have any plans for myself yet. Why does God want me to go so early? Shouldn't he at least let me be prepared?"

Kent screamed and punched the wooden cabinet next to him. Time did not miss anything, the door of the cabinet broke immediately, Kent's hand was also bleeding because of that. From inside the cabinet, a notebook fell out. The sudden appearance of the notebook as a pain reliever distracts from Kent's own feelings. He slowly reached out his hand toward the notebook, which looked rather dated with its dull brown leather cover that had molded in several places. It wasn't until Kent picked it up close to his eyes that he realized it was his high school diary. A slight disturbance in the center of his forehead, Kent frowned, put it down, and then he too stretched out on the ground.

I've cried enough today, resentful enough… I don't want to waste any more of my own time. But Kent now doesn't know what to do with the little time remaining. A paradox popped up in my head like a flash of lightning. When Kent wasn't a dollar millionaire he was a time millionaire but by the time he was a dollar millionaire he couldn't buy more time for himself. An invisible force made Kent turn the pages of the old diary to review. He wanted to find some sense of innocence again or at least he could laugh in the face of the past. On the first page of the diary, Kent couldn't help but throw it in the corner. This is a diary of Kent's teenage crisis, when he fell in love with Bee Gees and ABBA music and clamped down on his image as a hippie - semi-nomadic teenager. And no matter what happens, Kent is treated like a freak by his classmates and throughout the school year he becomes the focus of the bullies in the school. Kent cursed the diary: "You're what I should burn to ashes before I die."

Kent's seemingly indifferent words gave him a strange strength. Kent sat up hastily, crawled to the corner, grabbed the diary, and flipped to the last page. Kent's twisted smile involuntarily appeared when he read the words "7 Things Will Make Kent Peace Regret Before He Dies".