"Miscellaneous."
Sergio.
Sergio sat in his office, thinking about how his plan would be executed flawlessly. But, he also felt a tiny wave of sadness.
The melancholy gives away the exit even as it pretends it isn't there, softly calling me away from all that brings real joy. It tells me that I can't ask for a hug, reach for the sunshine, or take a walk among the soft hymn of trees, hearing how the wind plays in the leaves. This melancholy is a cloak I can't simply let fall to the floor, and though I hold it so tight I can't find the warmth I need, yet it clings. It is the anchor to my feet, the reason I can't find the surface or the sunshine, that feeling of soft joy that lives in memories that can't rise within.
But although he felt sadness for how things had to turn out between him and Aisha, he was determined to make the right choice. And that was the choice that he believed in.
