A Lost Cause

Chapter 1

                      🌟 CHAPTER ONE 🌟
                              A lost cause

A young boy walked down the street,  with his hood up.  It was putting outside, but he didn't care.  He felt empty.  His "girlfriend" had just left him,  and he found she had been using him. He was the owner of a horse racing place,  and she had used him as a tool in winning traces and getting money.  He felt used, empty, and stupid.  He felt like a useless tool,  a pawn in a game if chess, a video game character, who is completely used and controlled by someone else's imagination.  He felt like... like a word, something you use once,  something that is used to get to a goal, something that can be totally meaningless and powerful at the same time.  He just couldn't bear it.  He hoped someone would put a bullet in his head,  before he did it himself. He walked towards his house, the rain pouring on his head, and his thoughts beating in him mentally. He felt like...  A lost cause.

I saw him. I saw my friend sad and disturbed. I always knew that girl couldn't be trusted but he loved her so much that I could never gather the courage to break his bubble. I did not know if I should go and tell him that finally he was out of his prison or that I was sorry he was hurt. But what boggled me the most was the secret that was my weight to bear. If I tell him the truth, he would probably feel more hurt and used. If, I chose to take it to my grave, it would be a secret between two best friends.

But that was for time to decide. For now I could see his pain from under his hood. It was raining heavily and I called him in.
"How about some hot cocoa, buddy?" I said as I cleared the clutter from the sofa by the fireplace. "Sit, I will get you a towel. "
He weakly nodded, eyes focussed in midair.

As I made hot cocoa for him, I remembered what an angel he is. Why did he suffer such a betrayal? Life answers one question only to present an entire sheet of them for us to face, I thought.
"Here, have this."
I sat next to him and put my arms around him. "I did nothing wrong?" He said, weakly.
"Of course, dear. You did not."
There we sat, together, best friends forever, looking at the fire. Together, we can stare at it in the eye.
Together.

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This was just a fun exercise. The first part has been written by 'The doctor@'
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