Trois
He wakes in agony of his stiff body as he looks at his phone and realizes that its been 2 days that he's been asleep on that floor, still with the painting in his arms.
He goes back to the place where the painting used to hang from and sees why it has fallen from its place. A rusty nail that gave into the weight of the small canvas painting. He stops and ponders on the moment.
"This rusty, old nail.." He thinks to himself as he hold the nail in front of him in a firm grip with one arm as the other holds the painting. There used to be a lot of things happening around him that he later realizes are actually related to whats in the near future.
And the nail.
Maybe its like their friendship with him. The people who means so much to him.
Rusty and old.
Maybe he's just trusting on their friendship that's about to break.
That behind him, he still thinks that the things that kept him upright and alive is still there and will forever be there. And that one day, someone would take him and put him in his rightful place. A place where he'll be safe and appreciated by someone.
But that nail's just about to break and let him fall to the ground. To be trampled on by the people who doesn't give a damn about anything except themselves. And to rot on the ground.
He shuts his eyes.
Screams.
Gives himself a sucker punch and falls to his knees.
Again, he tells himself to stop thinking that things like that would happen to him.
He has to believe in them.
To their promise.
He rises to his feet and fixes the broken nail
He walks back to that old chair again where he sat, to ponder on his thoughts. Thinking of the people who used to be there with him.
Once more, he cries for the long forgotten moments that keeps him in that place.
He goes back to the place where the painting used to hang from and sees why it has fallen from its place. A rusty nail that gave into the weight of the small canvas painting. He stops and ponders on the moment.
"This rusty, old nail.." He thinks to himself as he hold the nail in front of him in a firm grip with one arm as the other holds the painting. There used to be a lot of things happening around him that he later realizes are actually related to whats in the near future.
And the nail.
Maybe its like their friendship with him. The people who means so much to him.
Rusty and old.
Maybe he's just trusting on their friendship that's about to break.
That behind him, he still thinks that the things that kept him upright and alive is still there and will forever be there. And that one day, someone would take him and put him in his rightful place. A place where he'll be safe and appreciated by someone.
But that nail's just about to break and let him fall to the ground. To be trampled on by the people who doesn't give a damn about anything except themselves. And to rot on the ground.
He shuts his eyes.
Screams.
Gives himself a sucker punch and falls to his knees.
Again, he tells himself to stop thinking that things like that would happen to him.
He has to believe in them.
To their promise.
He rises to his feet and fixes the broken nail
He walks back to that old chair again where he sat, to ponder on his thoughts. Thinking of the people who used to be there with him.
Once more, he cries for the long forgotten moments that keeps him in that place.
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