Faded Memories, Somber PresentHeavy, controlling silence blanketed itself, completely suffocating the whole of the house, its glorified white paint seeming brighter than usual-despite the thick overcast of smokey grey dimming everything, including the man's usually joyous persona.More Like This
Hadn't it only been a few days ago? That neck-and-neck sprint to victory seemed like it had flown past him, as if only seconds. His dark eyes fixated beyond the intricate wooden monstrosity of a desk he was sitting at to the floor beyond. His mind relapsed, for the nth time, all those moments he had let go of, freely allowing the red - or blue - ribbon of those potentially beautiful moments fly away with the draft. He silently cursed himself for not coming to terms with his strange emotional attachment to him sooner. Perhaps he could have; if only he had not been frightened at the reaction he might have received from some of his fellow peers and ever-loyal supporters.
The tired hands of the man provided a comforting niche to place his wea