Miles
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The room was dark as Cole stood at the doorway, surveying the sleeping
bodies and he felt sad as he looked over to bed ‘d’ and noticed it was
still empty. The twitch in his heart wasn’t indigestion and a tear started
to slowly drop from the corner of one eye as he leaned against the cold
wall, feeling the emptiness inside as the darkness of night filled the room.
Behind him the yellow glow from the hallway cast an eerie shadow around
him and he wished he could go back in time, maybe do things differently but
then he knew inside that it wouldn’t change anything, that life was what
is was and only God knew how it would play out.
He shrugged a little and reached up and wiped away the falling tears and
as he struggled to regain his composer the image of Miles floated before him
and he felt the heart beat a little as he saw that handsome face smiling at
him. He knew it was an illusion but still the ghostly image made him
suddenly feel just a little better and the pain inside was pushed back just
a tad more as he straightened up and began to turn, taking one last glance
at the empty bed.
In an instant he was transported back to that fateful day two years
earlier when he had first come to the house. He had been impressed by the
place and how clean and fresh it smelled but he was still scared, after all
it was his first real assignment to a place where death was the chief
occupant of the place.
Cole stood just over 6 feet and in his bare feet he weighed 158 pounds,
not an ounce of fat existed on his lean well defined body. He spent an hour
each day insuring that none ever showed up either and then twice a week he
would spend 10 or 15 minutes maximum at a tanning salon, keeping his flesh a
nice golden colour.
He enjoyed walking down the street and seeing heads turn to stare at
him, male and female and it gave him a sense of accomplishment too, knowing
that all that time spent in honing his looks was appreciated. The only
trouble with it, was here he was, 30 years of age and still single. Every
time he had thought he had found someone, he had backed off because they
just didn’t seem to appreciate the work it took to be in the shape he was.
They all seemed more interested in enjoying the pleasures of life, instead
of its reality so he usually never got past that first or second date.
It kind of bothered him too, but he was certain that he was
right in not pursuing their idle lifestyle, that his job and his body were
his primary concerns and if ‘they’ couldn’t accept that, well it was
too bad for them. The trouble with that was that he wound up spending most
evenings alone and lately, he just didn’t like the sound of just his own
voice echoing in his apartment. There was something inside that kept pushing
him and nagging at him but for the life of him he couldn’t understand it
but it had led him to apply for this job, and so here he was, about to enter
one of the hardest jobs any person could take on, that being a nurse to
those terminally ill.
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