Solitude

I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything..."
"Don't tell me this is what it looks like."

Hartheon looked up to the voice of his elder brother who was standing at the doorframe to his Assistant's office. He closed the book and placed it carefully on the table he was leaning on.
"What does it look like?" He asked frowning. "Doest it look like I'm reading Adan's diary?"