SheShe is everything to him. He constantly wonders why she is in his life.He wonders why she has stayed. Why she hasn't taken her straight smile elsewhere. Why she consecrates his house with her footsteps. Why she remains in his dull sphere, when her beauty could take her everywhere.It's not as if he is even rich. Nor is he good-looking, intelligent, endowed with a sparkling personality or in any way a person you want to be around.He marvels constantly. Every day he prays that she is still there. Every day she is. And he just wonders.
HeHe is everything to him. She constantly wonders why he is in her life.She wonders why he has stayed. Why he hasn't taken his straight smile elsewhere. Why he consecrates his house with his footsteps. Why he remains in her dull sphere, when his looks could take him everywhere.It's not as if she is even rich. Nor is she good-looking, intelligent, endowed with a sparkling personality or in any way a person you want to be around.She marvels constantly. Every day she prays that he is still there. Every day he is. And she just wonders.
Jack (well, he thought he was Jack) had an identical twin. James.Jack and James were perfectly similar, to the point that no-one could tell them apart. They liked the same books, spoke in the same tone of voice, thought the same, even dreamt the same. Sometimes, they would swap places. It was this that led to the confusion. Jack could no longer remember whether he was James or Jack, and James could no longer remember whether he was Jack or James. In the end, Jack (or James) killed James (or Jack). Now everyone could tell the difference.
He stood on the edge of the bridge. He was never going to jump. That wasn't his plan. He rather enjoyed living. It's just that...he wanted to be noticed.The man wanted someone to care that he might jump. He wanted someone to slowly shuffle up to him, whisper that it wasn't worth it. Someone who would take his hand gently, guide him from the edge like someone guiding a child from a bad dream.Looking around, he realised that no such person was going to materialise tonight. Sighing, he climbed down. Who knows? Tomorrow night might be different.
Get up. Now.Who do you think you are? Someone special? Don't make me laugh.Stop. Stop crying. Be a man and stop crying.You are useless. I said stop crying. You are pathetic. Purposless. Inadequate in every possible way. Get back up. Be a man. Stop disgracing yourself. If that's possible.You were born to lose. Born to be stepped on. Opressed. It is your duty to be worthless.A worm. A maggot. A virus. Detestable, that's you.Man up and stop crying.Get back up. Take it like a man. Be a man.Stop crying.Stop crying now.