What will they say?
What do they think about me?
Just how vulnerable can a person be? Does it affect me? Oh! How it is killing me.
On a chair, tucked in a cabin, a lone computer staring at me. The air condition blowing a cool breeze. I sit next to a window, on a cold December day. Today is an unusual day. The sun is out. Maybe just to comfort me.
But it does little service.
Out there I can see them together. I can see they are talking. Discussing. Planning.
Are they plotting against me? I am sure they are.
Incapacitated. Debilitated. Humiliated. My eyes transfixed at the wall before.
They are all out there. Am I the one they are talking about?
How do I tell them that I am with them? Where do I begin? They will never believe. They will never hear me.
After all I have done for them…this is the end of a long, long road. A journey that we began together, one that we couldn’t complete.
I failed them. I faltered. I didn’t stand up for them.
I have lost my family, my friends, my colleagues. And with them gone, I have no one to call my own.
But how can I win them back? I need them. To live. To believe in myself. To go on.
This is the end of the story. Just mine. Their will go on forever.