"There's always more than one side to every story. One side and then the other. And then the truth, and all the sides the truth has. Truth is colored and layered and subject to perspectives. It's never just black and fucking white, Ryan!"
That was her direct and fierce response against my pleas for acceptance and understanding.
"So my side is neither right nor wrong, or true or false, but merely open to perspectives and judgment from others? Is that what you're saying??" I asked confused but directly, with an edge of contempt.
She never responded. She merely gestured that I leave with her staunch body language alone. So I left, out of a job again.
Another chapter over with no happy ending or closure. Such was the way it was with Ryan. Most relationships, job ventures or other endeavors generally ended up leaving a bad taste in most mouths involved. Closure was not something he was accustomed to.
So his only defense in the future would be to shut out potential parties that he suspected may get too close, too fast, or take advantage of his tender and kind trust.
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