'I should have known. I can't have good things. Or even nice things. It never lasts. Sometime always manages to fuck it all up. Usually me. It's my fault. Like always. We'll see what the future holds. Nothing good I'm betting.

I know. And it will.

Hmm, sounds like a conversation, doesn't it? But is it? Or is it just make-believe? I don't know. I never did. Whatever is, is. Whatever will be, will be.

Goodbye.'

And with that last word, he dropped his pen and stood. He wandered away from his desk then.