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After work Jesus hailed a cab and boarded homebound charged with new found apathy for the day knowing it would only get worse. He bought some chips on the way. Being still around noon he’d have a busy day and hardly any of the oh-so-needed rest he thought he should have… not even a bloody nap.
Inside the bag of chips there was a promotional scratch away ticket: match 3 “S” before you get an “X”, the ticket also gave you an “S” as a freebie practically saying “just two more buddy, c’mon I’m an easy win!” More chips as the price printed. He would normally just throw away the thing, but he decided to test his luck. Taking a coin out of pocket he picked a square at random and scratched away. Sure enough as his luck would have it an “X” appeared under the smudges.
Once home he went up to his room, thick curtains drawn, nice and dark, no sun ever reached the inside. His computer had been on the fritz for a while. The system was way too unstable, it would randomly reboot or just lag like there was no tomorrow and it was trying to do all the lagging it could before tomorrow never came, it would also take ten minutes to boot, and about fifteen to shut down. Jesus did several backups and while the automated process did its job (faster than he expected at least) he played some console videogames in the meantime. A brief respite in which he allowed neither thought nor worry, they’d be plenty of time for that later. He initiated another back up and left it running in the background. He turned the monitor off and heavy heartedly left. The worst bit of the day lay ahead.
The cab ride was hellish; he could feel anxiety growing, blood blasting in his eardrums, his mouth dry, tense and fidgety all over. She was there outside the bar they were to meet at. They walked in. The bar looked like it had just opened, chairs on top of some tables. They were cleared a path to a table by the window. They ordered drinks and after an uncomfortable silence and lack of eye to eye contact she broke the silence declaring feelings he could not correspond. More silence, more words, and then tears were shed. There was already someone else for him.
They left because she felt uncomfortable in the place, he downed the drink he had barely touched and paid for both drinks. Took a brief walk in which she asked if she could take his arm, a courtesy he’d done before with other friends and saw no harm so he agreed. Some minutes later they boarded a cab, the driver’s wife and child riding in the front. They rode in silence. Once off they went their separate ways. He badly needed to have someone give him a sympathetic pat on the back and a “you did good, you did what you had to do”, the kind that you believe because you want to even if you’re not sure if you did well. He messaged the girl he likes and smiled when she replied. That was enough. Things would be all right.
He went back home and crawled onto bed while the computer whirred in the background finishing the back up. He decided to format the day after and sat at the computer to chat before she had to go.
Later Exhausted he went to bed, a bit restless still. He slept the dreamless sleep of the weary.
-Schrödinger's cat~
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