He was the lingering presence in the back of the room, seldom noticed but often felt. The others were beneath him, so why, he asked, should he associate with such scum? While everyone was racing to discover themselves, to find the key to the padlock on the door to the rest of their life, he sat in the dimly-lit side of the room cocky and uncomfortable.
He had it all, yet it wasn’t enough. What he couldn’t get on his own he could obtain by exploiting his friends and family. Wealth, fame, and lasting friendships were what he longed for – but each always seemed to be just out of reach.
“It’ll only take me one more day,” he said. “It’s only a matter of time.”
But years passed and he had yet to see the finish line, the day he’d be able to call it quits on everything he’s worked for and retreat into darker, lonelier wretches of the world. He expected everything to magically fall into place – he hadn’t planned to actually have to work for the achievement. Nevertheless, here he was at a point lower than he was before and his confidence even lower.
Eventually the last of his light turned to blistering darkness, his surefire morals becoming twisted and confused. The few bonds he shared with others grew thin before withering away, that aura of prestige he so valued decimated.
He once had everything he ever wanted; unfortunately, he was too blind to realize it until it was already spent.