So here's chapter 4 of Simple Science! It's a bit late sorry.
Enjoy~
The man looks up from his desk to see a calender hang from a wall over his head.
It is over three years behind and the years have yellowed the once bright pages.
October! It announces, an explosion of colorful leaves adorn the top half while neatly measured and numbered rectangles covered the bottom.
The first week had been crossed out and the 13th was circled. The 13th? He ponders, confused. What was supposed to happen on the 13th of October?
"You silly! It's our first anniversary!" Her face fell. "Don't tell me you forgot?"
"You're right." Her eyes began to water up.. "I forgot that I had this in my pocket." He pulled out a small jewelry box.
She covered her mouth and tears fell from her face for a different reason as the box was gently opened.
A small smile crosses the man's face and he covers his face with his hands.
"Happy 7th anniversary Sakura." His voice starts off soft. A lump builds in his throat.
"Happy 7th anniversary Sakura!" He yells, his face contorting with sobs.
He roars, his voice echoing through the building. "I miss you dammit!"
"Three years is too long! It's too long!" His voice fades. "It's too long..."
And as quickly as it started, the man's anguished roars vanish. He covers his mouth, his chest heaving from the tears. A heavy sigh escapes from between the fingers and slowly, the hand is removed. He pauses to wipe the tears from his worn eyes before taking a swing from his water bottle.
The calender is still placed neatly on the wall. It is regarded with a forlorn look until the man rises and rips it from the wall. He contemplates tearing it up but gingerly folds it in half and slips it into one of his drawers.
The chair squeaks as the man lowers himself onto it to resume his work, writing furiously.
In the midst of writing down base pairs, a sharp hunger pain hits him.
He clutches his stomach, willing his belly to relax.
"When was the last time I ate?" He ponders, picking up his pen again.
Strange how the body sometimes won't listen to the brain. The pen seems to grow heavier as time passes.
Finally he slips the pen into the pocket of his lab coat and pushes from the desk to free himself.
"A quick snack." He decides, slowly opening the door. "That's all I need."
The bright light of the hallway burns his eyes but he continues without protest to the dim kitchen across from him.
Funny, I don't remember the kitchen being this far.
Suddenly, the room jerks downward and starts rushing up to his face. The man wonders if his home is becoming an illusion.
Then he realized that the room's not moving but rather, he was -falling that is.
Pain blossoms on the right side of his temple and the room begins to dim,
"Oh..." He begins, consciousness fading. "I..."
His pen slides out of his pocket and slowly rolls away, leaving the man to fend for himself.
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