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He was sentenced to a life alone, and was brought to this by events beyond his control. He was helpless to control his circumstances, doomed to dwell in the past forever and to think about a future that would never be.
It should be simple. It should be so easy to open my mouth and say those simple words. But sometimes to speak is the biggest struggle. Sometimes the words don't come easily.
He didn't expect it- this visit from an old friend, and he didn't know quite how to respond. He sat and he stared at the man, a bit, wondering what had happened to him between then and now and wondering if the ease they had once had around each other would return.
His tone was quiet, the sound of his speech was faint. He could not find it in himself to speak louder than a whisper. There was a time when words came easily to him, but that time had long been over.