By: Megan Cramer

He was resigned to resign; to not resign his contract for next year. Well… that was a half truth. He wasn’t actually offered a contract. He was offered a choice. And as he tearfully stood in front of his beloved colleagues, he choked out vague words that technically made up a sentence, but made no sense: “life” “opportunity” “thanks” “growth” “right thing” “goodbye”. Avoiding eye contact, his head was heavy and his neck muscles seemed resigned themselves, quitting their job of holding up his skull. He walked to the corner, letting the two right-angled walls support him from both sides.

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