Only a Placebo The day she left him was the day that he abandoned himself. They would still be friends, supposedly. But, he really wasn't sure whether to feel comforted or baffled by such a desperate fix for attention.
Not to his own surprise, he wasn't shocked by her allegedly sudden change in feelings for him. She said so herself, that she had felt that way for awhile, but tried to hold back the expression of such thoughts.
At first, he felt ashamed. He felt selfish. However, he eventually stood victim to his own self-pity. For he knew, she had provided him with a new type of element that he had never had the privilege to experience. He could never fully relive that.
Months later, nothing had changed. He still clung on for dear life for the happiness that had been instilled within him, by that girl. She told him that he just needed to stop complaining, and find another girl so that he could be happy, once again. But he couldn't find another girl;
Death of a Bowgard The chime count was four. The work day before work had just begun for a man named Jin. Jin was a humble man, with an important position--or an imposition, if you ask Jin, himself. For over a decade, he had exhumed much dirt and soil in order to hide the deceased from society. His job wasn't highly regarded and Jin certainly was not distinguished, by any means. But, the pay was sufficient, and Jin Bowgard needed the compensation.
However, Jin was not fully satisfied with his graveyard duties; or, at least, until a week before. You see, Jin saw the comings and goings that occurred within this secluded and supposedly sacred place. Some stones received more attention than others, and he observed which ones seemed to never receive any more visitors. He realized that, if no one supposedly cares about that hole in the ground, anymore, then he