This is it. He did it. He always wanted this. In fact he had never wanted anything else. His life was a pure dedication to achieve just this one thing. He could feel himself beaming uncontrollably. His friends hadn’t stopped calling. The ones that could rush up to him have all seen him, wished him and held him close to their chests. They could feel his elation. They all knew that in his life only that mattered and he had done it. He had never known anything else apart from the Everest he had set to climb. The path was never going to be easy. The very friends who couldn’t contain their pride for their friend had warned him against it. They kept stressing how he was set on a wild goose chase and how he would end up a loser. They threatened him not to ever talk to him again if he still wanted to pursue it. He had hesitated not because he was confused if this was the path to take, only to find words to convey that he is resolute and his decision will not change whatever be the consequence. And he had to bear the consequence.
The last 6 months he had spent alone. He kept working away because there was barely anything else to do. He was obsessed and kept pegging away not realizing that the clock tick had changed the direction of the sun. He was up for three days sometimes not realizing he had done that. The only time people saw a figure get out of the room was when he wanted food. He stocked himself on ration and went back to work. He could see it taking shape. He could see its beauty much before even the skeleton assumed shape. It had the mark of a masterpiece. It was set to change the lives of people. And lo! The final day had come. The masterpiece was ready and acknowledged.
The joy was inexpliquable. He had dreamt of this moment. His nerves could just not cease the excitement, he was trembling with it. He had done it! It felt like a whole lifetime had finally been worth it. This was the moment and it should never pass because there was nothing left that would make him feel like this. He took out the gun, put it to his head and made the moment last forever.
The last 6 months he had spent alone. He kept working away because there was barely anything else to do. He was obsessed and kept pegging away not realizing that the clock tick had changed the direction of the sun. He was up for three days sometimes not realizing he had done that. The only time people saw a figure get out of the room was when he wanted food. He stocked himself on ration and went back to work. He could see it taking shape. He could see its beauty much before even the skeleton assumed shape. It had the mark of a masterpiece. It was set to change the lives of people. And lo! The final day had come. The masterpiece was ready and acknowledged.
The joy was inexpliquable. He had dreamt of this moment. His nerves could just not cease the excitement, he was trembling with it. He had done it! It felt like a whole lifetime had finally been worth it. This was the moment and it should never pass because there was nothing left that would make him feel like this. He took out the gun, put it to his head and made the moment last forever.
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