He stood frozen, drenched with icy rain, the kind that made his soul cry from the inside out. It had to be nearly three in the morning, but his mind had lost all sense of time for what seemed to be months now. He'd disconnected and disassociated from everything and everyone.
Lately, all he cared to do was to sit alone in his office and write endless nonsense in dozens of notebooks. Sometimes he would stop to craft a pair of hand sewn ruby slippers or a homemade broomstick in the garage.
But tonight he was paralyzed in the freezing rain, somehow trapped in space and time, oblivious and numb to any form or sense of reality.
He pulled his only solace from his wet pocket, a small slender pipe with sweet release packed inside. He lit the end, inhaled desperately and deeply, holding it in for as long as he could, until his eyes rolled back in his head and he became dizzy. Then, the sweet exhale, out into the rain, where it danced between droplets.
A voice in the dark whispered his name.
"Ryan, alone here, wet, frozen and numb. This is exactly where you deserve to be. The world has caught up with you and all the misery you've caused has finally returned to you..."
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