Whenever I think back, I always think of a new way that scenario could of ended. Although at the time I was confused and angry, I had no idea what could have been. For years I had trained to control my emotion and seal it away. But at the one time I needed to open my feelings, they got locked up. My own greed caused this I guess.
Humans are pre-programmed to be greedy. When a scenario arises that can make them richer or stronger, or maybe give them more power, they take it without thinking. They do not care who they hurt. They do not care about what they could possibly lose. Of course, once they have realized it is always too late. The result of losing generally destroys people. It drives them to the brink of insanity and beyond. Most go as far to even kill themselves.
However the way I am talking about it makes it sound like it is a game. Well I guess it is a game. The game of life is a brutal one and in the end everyone dies. When I think about it that we I come to think of myself as one of many game masters, removing the lives of those who do too well, or someone who has too much money on their hands, or has cheated and committed a massive crime. I guess I bring balance to the world. It is a shame that most of the world see my job as a crime. Maybe that will change soon.
The rain was still hitting the panes of glass in the window hard and fast. This constant never ending barrage had been going on for hours. The streets were quiet, only people who were desperate or looking to catch a cold were out in the streets running as if they would die if they stayed out in the rain much longer. Sitting by the window was her. She was looking of the window, smirking lightly as she watched people run in the rain. Tonight she decided to stay in a old abandoned warehouse. All the doors were locked so everything was safe. She had decided to stay on the top floor. From here the window gave her a viewpoint of everything.
Unlike the rest of the warehouse, which was cold and airy with concrete and steel, the office she had decided to hole up in was warm and had a nice lush carpet. The fireplace on the wall to the far left was dancing with flames. She was quite pleased with herself that she had been able to find enough books to burn to produce a fire. The décor of the room was styled like something from a 1930's office. The wallpaper was dark green with a regal pattern sprawling all over it. A small wooden skirting around the middle of the wall was the only divider. Oddly the carpet matched the wallpaper in colour. However it felt more like a rug than a carpet. There were small dark green leather armchairs all over the room. Most were surrounding a small oak coffee table near the fireplace. On the other side of the room lay a large L-shaped oak desk. The handles on the draws were brass and the smell of the polish on the oak was strong, even for today. She had managed to find a small blanket and turn the 3 seater leather sofa on the wall opposite and turn it into a nice bed. Unsurprisingly the sofa was dark green.
Slowly the female got up and walked over to the fireplace, the fire warming her up nicely. Ontop of the fireplace was a mirror. Staring back at her was herself. Her eyes were cold and emotionless. Her hair was as white as snow. Her lips gave away nothing about what she was thinking. This was her 'default' look. However while she looked 'default' deep down she was fuming at herself. Afterall she had lost everything. Well everything that meant a lot to her. She sighed and walked over to the sofa and lied down. Pulling the blanket from the floor over her she closed her eyes and decided to go over the events of the 16th of January:
The day she lost the only person she had ever loved.