And, as suddenly as it had opened, the door slammed shut again.
The faint tendrils of sunshine were shut out by the grey cast iron door.
His hand reached out, and dropped in despair.
He tucked his knees to his chest, face down as the tears began to well up.
The long hours passed, but there was no way to tell.
It did not matter to him anymore.
The outside world was no longer of importance.
The shell of a once confident, young man now sat, dishevelled and despairing.
He could not reach out, nor express his feelings.
There was only bitterness, an all consuming darkness that engulfed his mind.
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