Creative writing

"I win," she said.

He knew exactly what she meant, but he also knew it could mean so much more than that. He knew he'd been getting weaker lately, and this was the final blow. He surrendered, she won.

Soon after though, he actually began to think that in a way, maybe they both won. There is such a thing as a win-win situation, right?

But he was wrong. He lost. He heard a sneering voice say, "Of course you lose. What did you expect? You're a loser. That's what losers do: lose. Notice the connection?" He didn't even think to question the voice that sounded so remarkably like his own. He knew it was right.

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He had ditched his plans to go to the gym. Just didn't feel like it, and that place that had been flowing with joy mere days earlier would seem colder and emptier than it ever had before.

Soon he reached the restaurant that would always remain special to him. Within moments he was seated and had ordered his favorite dish, though he knew this time it would likely taste like dust. As he waited, he saw another young man arrive and request a table for one. He suddenly had an odd idea. Or was it a creepy idea? The man passed by before he decided what action to take. He approached the man, noted that he was by himself, and asked if he wanted company. The man responded that he wasn't staying long, but wouldn't mind. He grabbed his stuff and joined his new 'friend', who had introduced himself as "Dennis."

Dinner passes pleasantly as they made idle chit chat about a variety of topics. True to his word, Dennis had quickly finished and was on his way. They exchanged thanks for the company, and as quickly as they had met, they had parted. As he finished his meal, he idly wondered how 'weird' the whole situation had been, and what Dennis thought of things, before he himself was on his way.

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The two year old was bawling. Just as he had been a couple hours earlier. But the kid had been stupid. Pulling stuff out of a box and tossing it on the floor, then standing on a plastic thing while reaching for the window blinds. The plastic thing slid on the tile floor and the kid had fallen and hurt himself. Yup, pretty dumb. He realised it wasn't so different from his own situation afterall. But at least the kid was only two years old.