The Cynical Fight for Happiness

Intro.

You sounded as if you were in a cathedral then. Your voice projected and echoed, as if your possession of such small words wished away your silence and stillness. And with such disdain in your casual tone, you announced your resentment to the only ones willing to hear you. I heard you and scorned at your voice. You turned away, looked down at your hands, then at your feet, then you shook your head, and I prayed that was not the end. 'Contemptuous,' I whispered. Then we stood, moved infinitesimally, pretended to breathe, and waited until...