I have nothing

I let my mind ponder, analyzing the words written in the piece of paper that I've been reading for the last couple of minutes. But after reading and reading it again, it remains the same.

"Impossible.." I murmur, disbelievingly.

I suddenly felt tired. My knees gave out, as I slump on my old chair. It creaked, from my weight, almost about to give up. If its another time, I might feel the same, annoyed by the sound, but now, after reading that letter, it seems that nothing meant anymore.

Tears start to pool around my eyes, as my lips start to trembles. I sucked a nervous breath, as I shakily rub my face. Terror is slowly creeping in my heart and I can feel my heart beating more ferociously.

My blurring eyes wonder around the messy room. Crumpled papers messily strewn all over the wooden door. Plastic cups, and take out boxes are on the other corner, while his dirty clothes are scattered all over. But suddenly his eyes stop at the beat up typewriter laying on the top of the box full of books in the far corner. Its full of dust, dirt, and can not be used anymore. But for him, it will always remain, as it was, on the first day it become his.

It was given to him by his father, on his thirteenth birthday. His most precious possession. And the thing that starts everything.

But now, it seems that everything is coming to an end.

He take another shaky breath, trying to keep himself calm. But the words on that paper, continue running through his head. He can't help but to worry. As if nothing makes sense, anymore.

His head shift a little, and his eyes accidentally catch the last words on the piece of paper his been holding, for quite awhile now.

'I'm sorry love, but I can't take to be with you anymore. Goodbye.'

A throbbing pain erupted inside his heart, slowly spreading within him. Leaving no part of him, untouched. Every part of him is aching, that it almost makes him numb. This pain didn't even match on what he felt when his mother died on his sixteenth birthday, or when the time his father suffered from cancer until he finally passed away last year. No, the pain is more intense than that. It hurts more, so much more, than he can ever imagine.

Everything is crumbling. And his life as he knows it, is slowly breaking into tiny little pieces. Leaving him empty and completely broken.

"Why did you have to leave, Anna?"

Is it because he doesn't have a good paying job?

Or is it because he always leave her alone and lonely?

But he only did it, to give her the life she always wanted! He just wanted her to have everything she wished to have. That's why he's working nonstop. Sacrificing what he really wanted to do, just to work as a lowly office worker.

But now, she just left. Leaving him, with nothing but broken heart and shattered soul. As if he's nothing.. That he worth nothing...

His hand grew limp, until the paper he's holding slowly fall on the floor. Like his life, slowly falling into the midst of abyss... Deeply.. Into the darkness.