Untitled story (part 1)

The man stopped in his tracks; once again he had lowered his barriers and opened his heart to the world, only to have it crushed with disappointment by those he trusted. He felt ashamed that he had deceived himself, he knew very well that’s this would happen as it often did, but he became blinded by the euphoric notion that it could be different this time, this time they had changed.

He lowered his phone from his ear and placed it on the counter. He removed his coat and laid it on the chair to his right closest to the door, he would have no use for it tonight. He turned on his heels very slowly and moved towards his bathroom.

The man was not old, yet one could no longer call him young. From the outside it would be perceived that he was happy. He had a well paying job at which he was very talented, he had a nice car and he owned his own home. Yes, from the outside it would seem that life was good.

The man reached the bathroom, flicked the switch and bathed the white room in light. He kept his gaze down as he moved towards the sink. With one brush of his arm he cleared the bench, spilling the contents onto the floor. He placed both hands around the edges of the sink to support himself, as if he didn’t trust his legs to hold. His eyes remained down, staring directly into the bowl.

Life had not been easy for the man, everything he had he had to work for. From a very early age the man learnt he could only depend on himself, that in this world there is only one you can truly trust. This notion may have made him bitter, but it also made him strong.

(this has not ended on a cliff hanger, simply the place where i have gotten bored. Besides i like the notion of breaking what maybe a less than 600 word short story into two non perceivable parts)