Walt, his sister softly whispered Im dying.

The distraught man approaching his forties fell into a daze both realizing his little sisters success was only blocked by the horrible fate of terminal illness and that she was the last remaining light in his pointless, mundane life. I wish you had more time. Just remember I will always love you. I love you too. A tear trailed down from Walts bloodshot eyes onto his sisters pale cheek. The atmosphere in the frozen hospital room reminded him of his parents deaths. He was in fact his sisters sole visitor as her previous colleagues avoided her since she was no longer their superior at the medical research firm. Like Walt, very little time was spent making friends. On the contrary, she was able to allot that time to work while Walt spent it popping Zoloft tablets every day before idling aimlessly as a hardly noticeable clerk at the video rental store. See you tomorrow? If god permits The snow overhead was smiting the earth. Perhaps back in Walts youth, this was an event that radiated natural wonder. But the circumstances now would not allow such a nostalgic bliss. His meager earnings also denied a warm journey home. The freshly packed snow crunched with every step while silence resonated in his empty mind, a mind attempting to deny any pain.