He stares down as condensation forms on the outside of the water glass, the memories of happier times beading and dripping onto the tabletop as he strums the pen between his fingers. Trying to work in these conditions, getting anything done is futile. Distracted and cursed by the nothingness that has overwhelmed him. And therein completes another day where nothing feels right, everything is off, and the world is a much darker place than it was before.
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