I watched as he sat in a recliner, his body slumped into it. He stared intently out the sliding door window, watching the trees sway in the breeze.
In his eyes, I saw an infinite sadness. One found only in those so jaded that even cynics would come to see optimism.
He sighed.
I sighed.
Silence.
I couldn't help but to ask myself: "Has he given up on life?"
Unfortunately, I came to a much sadder conclusion:
Life had given up on him.
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