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Written by Eanne Koo Jr1Z(1) It’s futile, isn’t it? aggressiveness.
Illustration by Sam Jian Shan Sr1ScE
The clock resonated with an audacious He used to think that this job was for the
tick, loud enough to replace humans. A better. Rather, his parents convinced him
restless reflection was seen on the crystal, that being a writer would only result in
gazing into the abyss for unknown shattered dreams and empty pockets.
reasons.
“Eden ah, it’s not because we don’t want
The day repeated itself yet again. The you to become a writer, it’s because we
aroma of morning coffee tantalised his want the best for you. Writer cannot make
senses, only to be replaced by a sunset money.”
hue as he blinked the hours away. He
loathed it– everything faded from his
memory through neglect, just like an Maybe they were right, there was no way
anomaly. When he was young, he sought he would succeed.
to achieve more; but now, he was adrift
with no goals. To put it simply, he wasn’t But what if there was just a sliver of
satisfied at all. chance?
His chosen path mirrored his discontent, This sent echoes into his mind: no way.
a desperate grasp at stability. The
disinterest he displayed was evident to
his colleagues, their words dripping with A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he
annoyance. slumped into his chair, his hands violently
ruffling his hair.
“Mr. Eden Yang, I swear to whatever’s up
in the sky – if you keep spacing out, the When he was young, he had spent
higher-ups will SURELY fire you.” Their copious efforts on writing pieces, maxing
voices tinged with exasperation. out his sources of knowledge to the
limit. Yet, he quit just because of his
parents’ disapproval, a mere speck of dust
His answers were never direct, and he compared to all those massive errors in
knew it. his pieces.
“Sorry,” he muttered tautly. It still troubled him today, but he was in
no place to move at all. Foolish, wasn’t he?
He’d make a subconscious note to
thank those who noticed his passive- Then, a memory unravelled its threads,
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