Writing Exercise - The Void
#2 of Writing Exercises
Here's another writing exercise for you. This is actually a 'prologue' of sorts for a half-finished story. Half-finished because I did not know where to go with it past this point. I still have a plot synopsis to go with. This one is a little bit more 'furry' than the last exercise. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. ^_^
What do you think of when you hear the word 'void'? An empty hole of nothingness that never ends, an endless black. That's what I think of when you feel like shit. You fall into an endless black, the white light of your life throbbing violently as it desperately tries to find a way to climb back up from the void.
That's how I felt when I lost my job five months ago. I lost it due to pure stupidity but I did it out of love. I did it because I felt wild, crazy even. I could only feel this way because of him, Daniel. That ringtail was the light of my life. He was so driven and so passionate in his life in ways that I could only dream of. I loved him so much for that and I fucked it up so bad for the both of us. That's when I felt it.
I felt it when he didn't look at me while we waited outside the door of our supervisor's office. I felt it when I saw his ears twitch slightly when we watched the security video of me lying there naked on the once-clean sheets the housekeep had just put on, his body wrapped around mine. We were both fucked and I felt it the hardest.
I took the bullet for the both of us, telling our boss that I was the one who forced him, I was the one with the plan about doing all of this. I even gave a little show, jolting out of my chair and giving him the bird. I did get a kick out seeing him explode with rage as he kicked us out of his office screaming obscenities along the way. I did that for him but he didn't chuckle, not even a smirk.
That was the hardest I ever felt. It was like I crushed his dreams in one fell swoop when all I wanted was to have a romantic night out for the two of us. That's the last time I take advice from a romantic comedy.
The job wasn't important, I could care less. All I cared about was him and because of my stupidity, I lost him. I tried texting, emailing, even sending fucking snail mail. No dice. Wishful thinking, I guess but I should've realized when I watched him walk away from the supervisor's office, his tail gathering dust from the floor. I guess I wasn't cut for boyfriend material after all.
But the past is past! New day, new me, right? Then why do I still feel shitty? Why can't I get myself to look for a job again? Why can't I crawl out of this godforsaken void I've put myself in?
Worst of all, why hasn't he responded back?