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I blushed when I was in my cube alone. How dumb was I. And to do it in front of so many other people. They just looked at me like I was scum under their shoes.
I'm sorry I haven't worked here as long as you.
I'm sorry I don't really know what's going on.
I'm sorry I'm not enough for myself so I assume I'm not enough for you either.
But,
She sipped the tea. It was cold. Chunks of milk that hadn't dissolved lay in the bottom of the cup. It made her sick to think of it. This was the last of the milk, and it was being wasted.
"It's not subjective," she said.
"I'm just not very convinced by their argument," he said.
"It's not an argument. They're presenting the findings from their research. They developed the experiment so it would give them accurate results, not fall under what they wanted the results to be."
The phone buzzed. She saw it. The same number that kept calling. It went to the answering machine. She assumed eventually the college would leave some message. Something about how her attendance was valuable. Some bullshit like that. But they never did. Just kept calling, hoping to catch her.
They debated the pros and cons carefully. Their decision was made. But, in the end, it didn't affect them at all.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her eyes scanned his for something she recognized. He was so focused, his gaze like a blade. She followed him through the abandoned hallways, silent except their steps.
They'd been promising it as long as she lived there. She waited for an assistant to come help her. 5 years and a million promises later and it still wasn't here. Her assistant this time was a harried young man with acne and hair in his face. He lifted her wheelchair and helped her get inside. She turned, looking over her shoulder. If only, she thought, promises were as easy to keep as they were to make.
Reflections in the lake shimmered. Trees expanded as far as the eye could see, except for the lake, the centerpiece. This was where solitude met introspection.
Their voice had been heard. And ignored. Citizens united and were, once again, ignored. They rallied. News reports claimed riots. They blogged. Twitter screamed "comfort zones" and "safe space" like rot festering on a wound.
Running. They hid in the shadows, heart racing. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Nothing had gone right. Who told? There was no way anyone could have known what they were planning. Unless...
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