Lying is the Worst Thing a Man Can Do
“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our Hell”
- Oscar Wilde
Heavy feet trudged tiredly up the stairs, pace decreasing the higher they got. At the final step was a stumble, looking like the feet were about to collapse, but composure was regained minimally, and carried on.
Twenty steps to get up the stairs, twenty four to make it to his bedroom. Six from the threshold to the bed. One step of closing his eyes, and he was done. He could do this.
No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this anymore. It was just too much. The expectations and tolls of the free world, the citizens of the world’s superpower, the standards held by other nations all rested on his shoulders. Too much. He couldn’t keep doing this, but his feet had set to autopilot long ago, and just carried him on.