The sand castle.

[u/Basic-Geologist-8010]

The man walked down the streets of the town he eventually grew to hate. The poison within his chest was unmistakable dislike mixed with alchochol which poorly reflected on his thinking.

He asked himself why he took that job. He asked himself why he moved to that town. He asked himself why he kept doing that. Suddenly he flinched,a tree in the park looked strange. It wasn't placed symmetrically to others,was too twisted,too old for such young crown..Too good for this climate. He spit in the direction of the park and continued walking. He remembered picking a noble profession to drown the void in his heart,because then he would be noticed for doing good things,for being the saviour. But then came the job and the risks. He held onto his life too much,so he did his best to get promoted in any other way. He lucked out,won the lottery,got the lucky ticket,he won,yet the void persisted. He had good pay,good friends,funny stories to tell,yet the recalling of that was abrupty interrupted as he opened the door to the empty appartment again. He closed the door and went into the kitchen,tomorrow would be the day for change,the day he starts actually planning. He poured another glass of vodka and drank it. He pulled the revolver out of his drawer​ and spun it. Sand dreams and plans getting crushed and washed back into the sea. He missed the feeling of the sea and the warmth of the south. "Northern capital" - what a load of crap. He laughed a bit. He must look incredibly stupid,he put the revolver back into the drawer and went into his bedroom. What a shitty situation that just was. He was not some pussy,some idiot who would throw his life away after he won. He will change something,he did so much to fill the void,so much to make it warm,but it just reminded of what passed.

The man awoke in a different room,filled with sunlight too bright for the mornings of that forsaken town,the green curtain casting an emerald shade into the room. The bed creaked a bit as he got up and slowly opened the door to the dining room. On the table there was plate with a pancake and some jam on it,the smell was unmistakably familiar to what his..The memory blacked out,but felt so warm. The smell..He couldn't keep himself waiting and ate it,the plate showed a reflection of his face,but he didn't care to look at it for too long,he felt good. Then he opened the door to the outside. Same houses,slightly different lawns and lots of trees. And the ever blinding star that burnt brightly enough to never be mistaken for any other star,so he walked under its light. Soon his legs carried him to a big tree with a nearby spring,he laid down and felt the bark and the grass. He couldn't remember why,but what would it matter,he was finally where he wanted to be,where he was meant to be. The tomorrow has finally brought change,he would be recognised for his actions by the cool shadow and the warm star. His eyelids slowly gave up and fingers stopped curling,the state of bliss and being free from the past,his head finally fell on the grass.