The Guy is beginning to feel a familiar weight starting to form in his chest. The kind of weight that appears when there is much to be done – too much to be done – and the pathway to the conclusion of everything seems very far away and almost unreachable.
This has nothing to do with love. This is the result of saying yes to too many things. The result of overextending yourself.
There is a moment on the way that won’t be pleasant. The Guy hates these days. But they come.
Not today. Today’s just a rumble.
THE GUY
One thing at a time. One thing at a time. One thing at a time.
To himself, he says this. Again and again. One line. Out of necessity.
The lights go down.
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Thanks for writing this.
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