As he sat there alone in the darkness, uncomfortably reclined in his father's seat at the dining table, he saw the end of everything. It wouldn't be much longer now, satan below was awaiting his arrival. He, a man drowned in anger, insecurities, and deep self hatred, was however not afraid of satan. What could he come up with that this world had already not?
To him, no aspect of his life could be appreciated. Every facet, from every angle was less desirable than the last. Everything from his lazy figure, to his once joyful face and bright alive eyes, seemed mortal and suffocated. How he despised it all.
He wanted to go some place without emotion, or feeling or hope. His soul wanted to escape from his wretched body and its dreadful surroundings, and go some place emotionless, feelingless, as hopeless as he was.
But he couldn't, he wouldn't have dared.
Because it seemed as if the gods had finally noticed his tears and accepted his prayers. Somehow, his aching, uncomfortable soul, trapped in the undesirable shape of flesh had managed to acquire love in its truest purest form. It came from the most beautiful, desirable and elusive of His creations. He was granted love and affection; sanctuary in her arms.
He sat there, his back in agony from sitting in that position for hours. he felt the cold liquid running through his veins and his arms. He quietly shivered. He looked back at all the promises and dreams she had presented to him . He looked back at all the tender moments they shared. He looked back at hope. He used to imagine how limitlessly darker and painful this life would be without her. It was too horrid and unbearable to imagine. However, fate had played a cruel trick on him; it turned his most horrible nightmare into reality. Despite all his efforts, despite his endless love for her, she, just like the rest of everything, had accepted his hopelessness and his failures and had moved on; leaving him, in a pool of his own tears, his love for her, and broken dreams and promises. His body became stiffer, and he couldn't think clearly anymore. It wouldn't be much longer.
