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A light breeze enters through the window to his left, outside the sky is a wash of pastel blue with a hint of grey. The clouds move like slow migrating buffalo, trailing their rain filled bellies to another time and place. It seems the day mimics his mood: Sadness mixed with Doxylamine.

Inside he sits with the memories of yesterday and thoughts of tomorrow.
Once again this poor boy has been dealt a nasty hand of fate.
A sucker to the game, a game he has lost once again.
But why does he allow himself to fall victim to the harsh reality of anothers soul whose carelessness constantly rips him apart.
He knows he needs to let go and move beyond this moment he has on repeat in his mind, but he cannot.

An unsent email sits on his screen, unsure if he should send it. He doubts it validity but only because he fears the ramifications that could follow.
But he rewinds his thoughts and watches in his mind, the emptiness he felt not 72 hours before.
It contains an honest expression of his distaste to ones past actions. It contains seriousness mixed with sadness and pain, hurt and tears.
A possible goodbye lingers and a trail of confusion intertwined in words and paragraphs explain the seriousness of the situation.
His anger was replaced with truth and suffering , his pain, painted all over it, like a white wash of tears, shines on through.
But he is unsure of the response that may not come.
It will be a defining moment and anticipation will keep him awake as he lay in his bed, sifting through the thoughts in his mind.