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Not too long ago, about a week before today, we met at a coffee shop. Basic i know. But thats just the kind of man he is; the kind of person to go to the same coffee shop and order the same thing at the same time every day, and i just so happened to be there at the same time and place. Worst mistake of my life by far. If i could go back to that day, i would have just stayed home..... and yet, i dont regret it. I've felt alive even in killing someone else and for that i thank him, though he's still worth the bullet in his head....dont question it.
Though Jonathan had the most routine based life imaginable, that day was different (how cliche, i know). Not different in the romance fantasy novel sense that would bore you out of your mind, but in the literal sense. In the sense that his normal, routine, basic ass caramel coffee was unavailable. Shocker. What an upsetting reveal for such a build, im aware. But- this stupid, stupid man, was flabbergasted. Star-struck, even, purely because his dumb little drink was unavailable. This sent him out of his black and white, 123 pattern, predictable process and he made the active choice to have black coffee. I know this because he sat down at my table where i was working and told me with a smile. He told me about his routine of the day before, and no other day, because 'it would be pointless' he told me...'it's all the same. Every day.'. So not only is he mediocre and basic-coded; he's aware of it, and perfectly fine with it. I became concerned because he seemed not to just enjoy having a stable routine, which is understandable, but he enjoyed being trapped in his own cage. An entrapment of his own making to keep him safe because he was so anxious, so paranoid, that he feared that if anything was even slightly out of place, the very world could end. Not to an awkwardly relatable degree for all my anxious folks out there. He genuinely believed that the world would be ravished, ruined and destroyed beyond repair if his peace wasnt kept.
What a twist right?
Yet again i only know this because he told me this to my face, awkwardly, while staring into the abyss as if he wasnt talking to anyone but himself.
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Owen's diary
Mystery / ThrillerA diary account of the murder of a man named Jonathan, written by Owen, a simple man who simply had to protect the world from the mediocre, basic bitch, Jon. A story that follows the psychology of a man who was so paranoid of the world, he thought...
