The story of an unperson
…it’s been an hour since he was there. The secrets that he had held inside of him suddenly feel more pointy… not be known as the person he is… he is and has always been an unperson.
A fairly normal-looking guy going through a lonely street in the middle of January. He paused to consider his future, and then with his usual reaction to basically everything he found out of his control, he moved on.
Back home when he got some time to reflect back on his day, he thought of it again. Days passed and nothing happened until a day when his friends laughed at him for being dumb.
He was sad and had nobody to share his feelings with, nobody understood him even though a lot of them say that they do so more than him. He has always been introverted and insecure, with dozens of secrets suppressed underneath his rarely-heard voice.
He went to the seaside, just to get some time alone.
It’s been an hour since he was there. The secrets that he had held inside for years suddenly feel more pointy now. Nobody knew him and nobody can. He will die with his secrets and not be known as the person he is.
He is and has always been an unperson.
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