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The Lonely Road Ends

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Looking back on the last few years he felt that everything couldn’t have gone any better. Everything that had happened. All the joy, the memories. It was one big party. Always a day with smiles and laughter. It was all in the past now. Memories of days long since past that can’t be relived. Days that can’t be revived. Slowly he looked around him. All that he had accomplished, it all seemed so insignificant.

In times past he would have turned to one of his closest friends. This wasn’t possible though. He felt that nothing would come from doing such a thing. Heavy hearts, heavy minds. That’s all that was around him these days. Loss seems impossible, until it happens. Looking over at his desk at his computer he couldn’t help but think of how things need to change. He wanted to leave and never return.

It was with this single desire that he began hunting for a new place to live, somewhere far away from where he was. He searched day and night until at last he found a beautiful city that he could see calling home. He began his job hunt and figuring out how much it would cost him to move there and live there. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. Finally two months had past and he had everything figured out.

He pulled out a sheet of paper and picked up his favorite pen and began writing a letter to all his friends and family. Saying his goodbyes. It was out of love that he couldn’t say it to their face. He hated long goodbyes and he didn’t intend on returning. As he wrote a tear rolled down his cheek.

Stuffing all the emotions he could down into a hole he finished his letter. Slowly and carefully he looked it over a few times. Satisfied with it he placed it on the scanner bed of his printer and made enough copies for everyone, keeping the original for himself. Then he began packing. He worked day and night in secrecy and finally his last day had come. He went about his usual routine but only until night fall, when he would leave and send off his letters.

So it was with the setting of the sun that he left silently into the night he drove towards his new home. A new life awaited him, he didn’t know what would happen. All that he knew was that it had to be this way. He had to step out of the rain and into the sunlight before the rain destroyed him.
Why do I always right such crap.......................
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Whatura's avatar
...I don't know what to say, except that this is very well written and the exact opposite of crap.