the calm James Richter

"Oh, of course, I'll give them to you." He bends down a little and takes out some papers from his cabinet, hands them to the boy and they Both calmly say goodbye.

He goes back to typing on the computer, feeling heaviness in his back. He looks at the watch on his forearm, he still had hours to go. He lets out a heavy sigh and continues writing the text. He writes with more narrative and more information, puts graphs and the income, which Marti had skipped as if he didn't know it was the most important thing in the mEeting.

Hours go by, he's still looking at the screen, checking it for errors. He feels his colleagues pass by and leave more paperwork on his table. Richard feels angry, he must finish all the paperwork by tomorrow or he will be fired for being irresponsible.

Now he is in front of the printer, he watches with his eyelids almost closed as photocopies come out of the machine. He still had to do more accounts and write more graphs. His body is static, but he wobbles slightly as the seconds pass. His loss of balance becomes more noticeable and he almost falls onto the machine. Close your eyes tightly and open them again. He slaps himself in the face and looks at the machine again, mesmerized.

"Are you feeling okay?" Asks the same calm and pleasant blonde that he saw a few hours ago. James has seen him act that sleepy way. He was already putting on his grayish jacket, it was his turn to leave before him.

"Yes, I'm just a little tired." His words have lies and truth. He really wants to fall asleep right there. His gaze focuses on the pages of leaves that were coming out, he gets lost in his mind and imagines scenarios where he was happy watching the fire burn. company where he worked. A small smile forms on his face, he didn't even realize it until he stopped doing it. A scene crossed his mind where he cut Mati's throat, it was satisfactory, but he should have stopped imagining.

But he couldn't stop.

Now he was imagining crushing his brother's rotting body. I hated that guy so much, even in death. His childhood was worse next to him, the bastard made fun of him and fought with him about everything. The height difference benefited him and took advantage of his small body. He threatens to hit him every day, and Richard had no choice but to stay silent because his mother always jumped to defend her eldest son, and his father didn't even care.

He clenches his jaw, his body trembling with excitement. His eyes fill with life for a few seconds. There is no one there anymore who could see him act that way besides the cameras watched by sleeping guards.

His smile widens, seeing his brother's grave in his memories. Since he was a child he imagined himself at his funeral, smiling with Satisfaction.

How can you not be? His biggest dream had come true. His darkest fantasies had finally been fulfilled.

The night has already arrived, Richard left his work at 12 and arrived at his apartment at 12:30. As he reached his door, he heard the neighbor's dogs barking as if he were a thief. He rolled his eyes, tiredness has been consuming him since the morning, those poodles had better shut up before he decided to grab the cleaning woman's broom near the door. The desire to grab it and break it over the heads of those animals ate at him, but he had to stay calm.

He opens the door and goes to his room after locking everything, he lies down on the bed, still wearing his suit.

His muscles are tired, not even his lungs want to continue breathing or releasing the air that kept him alive. His entire body was stiff like a mummy.

His limbs settle on the bed, now his body feels like heaven. The sleep I felt was absurdly enormous, it was the first time I had felt so sleepy as an adult. More than once he has fainted from sleep, but that happened in his childhood.

His comfort did not last long, hours passed and he still could not sleep. His body was sweating cold, he didn't understand what was happening. He moves between the sheets, if he takes shelter he feels hot, and if he leaves his sheets aside he sweats coLd. His body was an unfunny joke.

He throws the sheets of his bed on the floor, looks at the ceiling of his room, there are gaps between the wood. He stands admiring the ceiling for minutes, or maybe hours. He doesn't know how much time he has spent admiring the wood that, as he sees it, is deformed. The stains and holes transformed into strange, striking figures.

"Shit." He hates his insomnia. He gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen, makes himself a glass of cold milk and drinks it slowly. He takes advantage of the comfortable silence and walks to the living room chair, sits down and leans back. Turn on the TV and hit the cartoon channel.

Silence is not so common in the apartment; the whimpers of a baby; the barking of small pets, which were unfortunately allowed; and residents' discussions are an everyday occurrence. At night he even heard, from time to time, the moans of Lady Lilith who was cheating on her husband with different men every night. His husband's screams made him remove the pillow from his ears, and for the first time, he enjoyed the screaming noise from his apartment. In the end, they decided to divorce and stopped paying rent. From there, a new elderly woman appeared and rented the place. She is Mrs. Pop, a respectable old lady but with unbearable poodles.

He looks at the clock above the television, it was already 3 in the morning and he still couldn't fall asleep. The ads were getting too long, perhaps the programs on that channel were no longer on the air late at night. Switch to other channels, but there is nothing entertaining. He snorts and turns off the television, takes his jacket that was hanging from the chair and opens the door to go outside. Going down the stairs, he leaves the apartment, a night out for the Loner wouldn't hurt.

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