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the man closes the scratched door quietly. he slumps down on the chair, rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm his headache. the days have been getting worse for a while, now hes just a shell of what he was a few months ago. hes managed to stay positive for now, but everythings starting to crumble around him even more.

eventually, he manages to gather himself. he raises his gaze from his knees to the pile of mail on the desk in front of him. he exhales sharply and starts going through it, making sure to read every one of the letters carefully. most are bills, ones he knows he wont be able to pay. others are advertisements, a few are just weird junk. he tries not to think about whats missing: letters from friends, family, or even just acquantances. he pushes that out of his mind, an action that hes gotten much better at over the last couple of months.
eventually his eyes stop at the thickest envelope of the pile. its fancy paper, he could tell, and the seal is dark. the fancy, decorated letters "a" and "w" lock the letter inside the beautiful envelope. the mans mind empties.

quickly, he manages to get the letter open with his shaking hands. it takes him a few minutes to read the content, but about four to process it. when he finally does, a huge, nervous smile spreads across his face. he practically jumps up from the chair and starts running around the small, dirty room, collecting every single thing he owns, which he stuffs in a small suitcase. this doesn't take him long, and soon he's already standing under the doorframe. taking one last look at his now former home, he throws the keys on the bed and closes the door.