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- You have turned into a shadow that does nothing but whine about your mediocrity.
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Your project was shut down. Not fired, just "suspended." Your boss called you in, sat you down in a worn-out chair, and said the words with a face like he was apologizing for someone else's death. You nodded. You nodded for twenty minutes, listening to talk about "structural changes" and "you understand." And then you walked out into the hallway and realized you couldn't remember where you were. The walls, the doors, the signs—everything was familiar, and yet everything was different. It was like you were at work, but you weren't there. Your body was standing there, and inside it was empty, like a room from which the furniture had been removed. Even the wallpaper had been stripped.
You called him. He didn't pick up. The second time, he didn't pick up. The third time, he answered.
"Yes?" His voice sounded like a whip cracking across frozen water.
"I... I..." you faltered, feeling your insides tighten with his impatience. "The project was shut down."
"What do you want me to do about it?" He didn't even ask how you were. His voice was so distant, as if he were talking to an annoying advertising agent. "I have a meeting. You always pick the worst possible time for your disasters."
“I just needed...” you trailed off, looking at your hands, which seemed almost transparent in the semi-darkness.
"You needed to grow up," he interrupted, and there was so much cold contempt in that "grow up" that you involuntarily pulled away from the phone. "You've become a shadow who does nothing but whine about how dull you are. It's exhausting. Do you even realize how pathetic that looks?"
"You used to love this color," you whispered, remembering that day with the roller. "You chose it yourself."
"I chose a woman, not emptiness," he snapped. "Don't call me with this nonsense anymore. I'm bored hearing about your breakup."
The short beeps filled the room, becoming its only sound. You lowered your hand holding the phone. In the silence that descended upon you, you suddenly clearly imagined that "red water" beginning to ooze from your veins instead of blood. Liquid, diluted, almost transparent, like watercolors that had been swished too long in a dirty glass.
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