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He envied the pretty things, things that could make her smile. He envied the completed things, things that had no cracks. He envied the happy things, things that brought sunlight into lives. He envied the sweet things, things that could bring warmth to the coldest hearts. He envied the decisive things, things that had no hesitation. He envied the strong things, things that could protect what mattered most. He envied the weary things, things that knew not to trust. He envied the trusting things, things that still had faith in one another. He envied the new things, things that had yet to be worn down and coated in the dust of age. He e

He dreamed of oblivion. A cold, steady nothingness, every night without fail, until he began to fear that oblivion would become his reality - Every night awaking in a panic he couldn't recall having way back when, waiting for his vision to adjust and confirm the world was still there. Not knowing what he would do if it it wasn't. Every night, without fail, until he feared sleep. He didn't mind solitude, not at all - People made him wary sometimes, wary of being judged for the gaping emptiness inside him, for the lack of a person filling the shell. But it never went beyond that careful alertness, never spiraled into paranoia, or fear, or res