Time is merely finite duration. The steady ticks of the clock's moving hands, passing minutes. We never realize how much time we have, until it's just about to run out. When we run out of time, we wish we could have done more in the little we had. B...
"Don't be stupid, Joey," I boomed. "It isn't stupid, okay? I think that you could give it a try," he pressed. "She's not going to be like Ren—"
Slamming the folder on the desk, I stood up with a scowl. "Get out," I sneered. Joey looked at me with annoyance. I couldn't understand why he was annoyed. He was the one forcing me to go on a date with his dearest friend Paisley.
I didn't have time for dating, and you'd think my brother should be the first one to know that. Unfortunately, Paisley was probably girl number 26 that Joey had tried to set me up with in the past year.
"You loved her," Joey said, dropping his tone into a more serious one. I felt my shoulders slump at the mention of that woman who destroyed me mentally and turned me into the man that I was today.
"No. I didn't. It was infatuation, and it died the day I saw her true colors. Love is pointless, Joey. Go set some other sucker up, but leave me alone. I don't want to go on a date, I don't want to be in a relationship, and I definitely do not need your opinion on that. So, I repeat. Get. Out."
He looked like he had something to say, but I turned my face away, not wanting to hear it. When Joey had left my room, I sighed and rubbed my temples.
Why was everyone so infuriating at times? No, scratch that. Why was everyone so infuriating all the time?
I slumped in front of my large monitor. The screen fell dark due to inactivity, and I could clearly see my face in the reflection.
The 19-year-old boy in front of me was what the rest of the world got to see. Grey eyes reflecting a mysterious storm swirling about. A nose that hooked over like a hawk's, and heavy black locks gelled up neatly, not a hair out of place. A royal blue shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and a pointed gaze with a deep set scowl.
Tristen Phillips. The most complex puzzle of the century, raised by expectations and burdened by responsibilities. Failure was not an option. Success was a guarantee.
I turned away from the boy on the screen, who could fool the rest of the world with his seemingly perfect attitude and looks. The truth was, I was not that boy who could make the world bend to his laws. I was a boy that was secluded from society, masked by maturity that I did not possess. My reflection served as a reminder, that my face was fraudulent and my dealings were often deceitful.
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