Doubts

He wondered what it would be like if he had gone into something that wasn't, well, bound to make him poor for the rest of his life. At the end of the day he still didn't feel talented nor did he feel he had the personality necessary to boast about himself and continuously maintain shallow connections. He wondered if he had picked a good industry for himself.

What he did like was making things. There was a rewarding experience in that. To take raw materials and, with his own hands, assemble them and work them into something beautiful, that was what he loved to do, its why he loved to play with Lego blocks as a kid and why he often found himself stacking and clipping miscellaneous office supplies together in a pattern. Perhaps he was just feeling doubtful because he had yet to master the materials of this new creating technique. That, of course, frustrated him, because above all else, what he really loved was being good -- and he had yet to reach that.

A thousand voices screamed for him to just give up and do something else, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a stubborn ass, he may have listened. Instead he stood upright and let out a bellow that immediately silenced each and every of those voices. After all, no one ever became good by giving up. Besides, he was never one to take the easy road.

Leaving

She was probably asleep when the two arrived; unannounced and unexpected, mind you. Her bags were packed, save for a few items strewn about the dark apartment.

Perhaps it would have been more poignant if she were leaving an empty apartment; her own, empty apartment. Perhaps if that were the case it would have been just that more heart wrenching a scene, but the two bedroom one bathroom flat belonged not to her, but a kind family of four that lent her a roof and a bed while they visited elsewhere.

She was probably awoken by the sound of the buzzer; a sound she probably was not expecting for at least another hour.

Downstairs, a reverberating electric sound resonated through the small foyer of the several story apartment building as the two pushed open the front door and made their way up.

She opened the door to the apartment in a somewhat disheveled haze, welcoming her two unexpected visitors inside. Despite her disoriented state she seemed pleased to see them; friends who came to spend a final hour with her before she parted ways with the city in which she spent the past 5 years of her life.

The seconds gave way to minutes as time ticked away, steadily counting down until the time came for her to leave them. Despite that, most of their time together was spent in silence, the three of them just merely existing within a close proximity to each other. It was a tranquil silence; one that spoke all that needed to be said and did all that needed to be done. After all, the two visitors were not there to stir up conversation or reminisce about old times; they were there to merely be. She might be leaving the life she had lived for the past five years, but when the time came, she wouldn't be alone. It was a message, and maybe, it would be enough.

A tad late

He barely saw these people anymore. There was a point in time when each and every one of them had an almost daily presence in his life. However, through the course of nothing that can't be classified under the broad and all encompassing category of "life," he sprung out of his ordinary cycle and into a life full of mind-numbing distractions and seclusion.

Over a year later and he had begun to crawl back out of his cave. Maybe, the world after all, was not such a scary place. Maybe it was ok for him to revisit some of the life he had before.

He learned, however, that time does not wait. Yet another was going to join the distant ranks of the far away. The winds of change had once again blown, and this time he was caught off guard when it happened. The future would be an interesting place, and only time would be able to tell if this stretched string like bond would survive or if it would just be buried and forgotten by the sands of time.