The days stretched on to what felt like weeks. Nothing was changing. Yet everything seemed to flash past. The same things happened every day. A cycle that would never end. He was desprate to find a reason for this. But no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up with the same conclusion. That everything was meaningless.
Even though he was on the edge of giving in, something kept him. A fine thread that he held onto so tightly. A thread of hope. Unfortunately as the years passed by, he could feel the thread slowly cutting into his flesh. But he couldn't let go. That was all he had.
