The day had finally arrived. Just a month ago Franklin had been so ecstatic about this day. He was looking forward to it very eagerly so that he could put an end to his misery that lasted for over a good part of a year. Things were not working out for him at his present job. Not that he found it boring or anything. But according to him there was just something missing and making him question his reasons for staying there any longer. Nothing excited him at work and he would practically force himself out of his home searching for ways to stay motivated. So he searched around and found another job where he thought he would make a fresh start and right every wrong that he had made at his current place. But she had to ruin it all.
"Why did she even join this place?", Franklin often asked himself during his last month. "Moving on would have been so much easier had I never met her.", was a constant thought in his head leading up to his last working day. There was no one else he would ever think about after leaving save for a few friends he managed to make. But for someone like Frank leaving behind someone like her was probably going to be the one of hardest things he'd ever have to do in his entire life. What soon started as something to look forward to quickly became something he dreaded every single minute leading up to it. And now this day was here, with its mandated nine hours of absolute misery for poor Frank. For the first time in his life he felt completely helpless and out of control.
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Towards Zero Hour
Non-FictionFranklin has a lot of time on his hand and a million thoughts in his head when he sits down in front of his computer at his office desk on his last working day. What he chooses to do next helps him understand himself in a way that he never did befor...
