Dragged

Once he entered the office and sat down, he covered his face with both palms and let his tears run down his face. He didn’t know her reaction. He didn’t even look at her. Was she embarrassed? Was she confused? What kind of reality did she come to recognize! After all, she was a foreigner to him, and he was a foreigner to her. Strangely, it all happened seconds before they entered the damn office. His long time office was foreign too. He had to walk the hall back and forth to locate the office. Without the name tag, he would have never recognized his office, although he walked to it years and years. All of this happened and he never turned back to see how she felt. He was afraid that if he looked back at her, he would lose her for ever. Many people were walking the hall back and forth too. They were like a stream he tried to cross in order to get to his office. He might have been able to cross it, but he was afraid to lose her in the stream particularly he didn’t want to check on her. He decided to cross and wished she would follow. The stream of bodies became more crowded with their words. Now he had to cross both bodies and words. But he couldn’t cross those words that were directed at him. At the moment, he was dragged down the hall, missing the door to his office one more time. He became nervous. He started to yell at them. He was yelling, yelling, yelling. His yelling got tenser for now he felt himself part of the stream both bodies and words. Now, he was dragged.