Trevor's pov
Meaningless
Everything had been that way right from the start of the cold war. Many were lost. Some managed to stay sane through it all and after.
It was hard to say if I still had everything intact. Or possibly most of my sanity.
However when it came down to it. It didn't matter to me. Lives were lost every day. Whether by greed or by its chosen fate.
So many people passed by me like a blur fading in and out of existence. It was hard to keep up with them. So I block them, walking forward in my own existence.
The emptiness…
"that will be 50," the cashier said, handing me my change. I stashed it in my pocket. Turning around to see her. She was really uncomfortable standing all by herself but refused to come and stand by me.
Not that I would be particularly thrilled to have her within range.
