5

There was a lonely upholstered chair in the corner and it faced only the empty room. Hard wood floors scratched and scuffed all over by legs of furniture long gone and sneakers, the wearers of which had long since vacated the house. He’d come here to grow up. He’d come here to die. He wouldn’t have told anyone this but he would have been lying to say otherwise.
It wasn’t about giving up on dreams, it was about getting away from nightmares. In this twilight he couldn’t see much of a difference in the two. Pride had all but vanished over the years and he’d resigned himself to its not coming back. He’d resigned himself to a great many things like that and was convinced he was at peace with them all.

This was the only kind of peace he’d ever know.