you sat in your silence, drowning in the nothingness. the world continued to spin around you, everyone around seemed to be moving, seemed alive, but you were stuck. you were frozen in this
                                       space?
of despair.

"[name], hows the report looking?"

"it's almost done."

you...what were you? what did you mean? was anyone happy with you around? was your life consequential? or were you just another

ghost?

you wished someone would just hold you. tell you youre doing fine.

"here's the report."

"thank you."

there was a gaping emptiness, a feeling that could never be quenched, a deep sorrow that had your soul in its clutches and just refused to let you go.

"i wish i was happy."

those words ran through your skull with an icy callousness. you yearned for the warmth of joy, but you weren't going to ever feel it. you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you were so fucking exhausted. happiness always seemed to evade your grasp, slipping just between your fingers, and you were so fucking tired.

"oh, dear [name], you aren't doomed to be like this. you aren't cursed by fate."

*
it's getting tiring