So this is unfair?

Okay.

So let's exclude the selection session in which I sat there quietly without fighting while you grabbed the best without a care. Let's ignore the many days of holidays that chanced on my days that caused them to be annulled, in which I didn't make up for. Let's completely disregard that day where he was doing YOURS, at the expense of mine.

Yup, let's just screw all that, because apparently, "it isn't fair that he spent so much time on yours".

Now let me ask you a question.

What did I do?

What precise action did I take that caused this situation to happen to you?

Uh. Nothing, I gather.

Yeah.

And those lousy attitudes you ALL were shooting at me for the longest time ever without any cause or reason?

Yup.

Like I said, I am really, really getting sick and tired of people who just bitch, gossip and do rubbish and seriously not bother to clarify or anything like that, but just go on and do stuff that they want to do. Which they do not bloody realize would cause them to have implications on other people.

Just - whatever, alright? I have way too much on my mind to deal with stupidity like that.

He stood there in the middle of the road, wondering, as the vehicles flew past him in a burst of air that ate up more of the atmosphere. People shoved past him to attain their destination, without a care in the world. He was alone.

Not that he minded - it was kind of peaceful, in fact. But suddenly, the faces of the people turned ugly. Everywhere he looked, he could see nothing but grotesque, twisted parodies of beauty. And it sickened him to his core. He wanted beauty. Pure beauty. The highest form of beauty that could be attained. That one Absolute Beauty.

"Come with me," came the delighted whisper. Looking up at the hazy sky, he could see no one. Was it a hallucination? It couldn't be - for that voice had tugged at the very depths of his soul. Who was she?

He closed his eyes and blocked out the chaos of his surroundings, and step by step, stumble by stumble, he followed the pleadings of his soul. He moved, not knowing where he was going, and unsure of what he was doing, but it was better than that mere existence he'd been having anyway.

So he moved. Slowly at first, with baby-steps, then with stronger steps and longer strides, and before he knew it, he'd cleared his run and was leaping with joyous abandon. He felt a strong, pure light hit his face - and opened his eyes instinctively. A glorious sight greeted him, as his eyes gleaned the beauty of what lay before him. He wanted to get to it!

And so he ran faster than before, the voice tugging, pulling, pleading, while his soul responded with jubilant tremours. He cleared hills, mountains, the sun shining in his face all the while, and the wind resistance drenching him with such pleasure. Even the occasional rains did nought but lift his spirits.

And he ran on thus, on to that place, on to the light, the voice tugging, toward his goal.

Absolute Beauty.