The man was clearly a family man. He wore a clean and wrinkle-free outfit. He held a briefcase. He was an accountant.
He came home every night to his family. His daughter and his wife. His daughter was three and jumped on him every day when he came home from work. His wife always made dinner that was ready for him when he got home.
He didn't hate his job. He wasn't in love with it but that was okay. The money was good and the people that worked with him were good too.
His father had just died. Cancer. His mother had just moved so she could be closer to her son and his family.
The man and his wife weren't in love but they did love each other. They lost the large spark almost two years ago and it just hasn't been the same.
The man's life was set out for him. He always knew what was going to happen. He always knew what he was going to wear, when he would be home, what food he would have. His life was easy and simple and thats just how he liked it.
The man was content and clearly showed it. And my anxiety subsided.
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Short Story** the world would somehow find a way to move on ** In which an anxiety-ridden girl in a train car learns about the importance of everyone's life in the worst way imaginable.
