Why not?

For the first time in as long as he can remember, running is invigorating. Nothing has spurred Calvin in the past few months. A rough break up with his girlfriend gave him too much to think about. “Andrea, that bitch could never understand” he would murmur to himself, time in and time out, just for a sense of security. Ever since she had finally admitted to a solid reasoning behind her awkwardness, Calvin’s thoughts had not left the enticing girl. “What’s so special about Andrea?” “Nothing, perhaps an amusing view on life, but that has been long gone.” Calvin’s conscience fights amongst itself. While understanding the world has already limited him none the less in terms of being worried, how could he handle such a crisis at such a young age? Yes, the age of twenty one does suggest a mild understanding of adulthood, but only by society’s norms. “If I must live, and I must” Calvin thought, there is no way it shall be with an understanding that the world must withhold a beast capable of such atrocities.

As his body begins to respond to whatever hormones were producing such stress, Calvin was forced to sit. The only reassurance of life Calvin could see beyond himself was the soft steam given off by a nearby vent of a sewage underpass. “Just another aspect of humanity to look forward to waking up to” Calvin thought to himself. “If everything in this world except for nature and human interaction is materialistic, then what else is there to live for?” Calvin contemplated over philosophies for as long as he could. Soon, a familiar face from work passed by during the late hours, quite an iron encounter it was. The man’s name was Erick, a newbie at the restaurant at which Calvin had been working for the past six months. Calvin had known from every interaction with Erick that he’d had that Erick was depressed. “Fuck; I wish I could care” Calvin would think to himself after a long day’s work with the kid. Nothing ever motivated him to care, although, the smile Erick dealt on that cold night gave Calvin a nearly undesired sense of security.

“Not even happiness can save me now Mother Fucker!” Calvin shouted once Erick had gotten a good five hundred yards past. That second he jumped out onto the road, landing on his back, and looked up at the moon as headlights perceived to enclose upon his head. With one final look at his losses, Calvin slit his throat before the upcoming bus could roll over him. Erick saw from a distance, and shouted “Yo! Cal!” Unfortunately, it was too late. Perhaps if it was only the severed railroad tracks that released Calvin’s blood, he would have been alright. Erick was invited to the memorial after the family heard he was of few who had any concern. The casket had to remain closed though, because those who did understand knew that there weren’t many who wanted to see such a fate.