Ronald stood outside the massive library, he looked at his dream and felt an emptiness inside him, he did not feel the hope he felt before today. Ron walked off towards the taxi stand too preoccupied to notice the shadowy figure lurking behind him. He boarded his train that was about to depart, taking him somewhere far away from his failed hopes and dreams, releasing a heavy sigh, he wondered what could have been, an entirely different future. A happier one at that.
He sat down on the bench seats, finding them awkward as they faced each other, forcing strangers to face each other. Ronald felt himself lean backwards as the passenger car started moving. People waving their relatives away, saying their last goodbyes. He saw the skyline of Toronto fade away, he felt much like the people on the platform, saying goodbye to something he loved dearly. His thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the seat facing him. A woman in a black trench wearing a hat and a pair of dark shades had just about made himself comfortable on that bench. "So Ronald, leaving a part of you in Toronto I see.", she said with a certain air of assurance around him. "What was the reason for this impulsive action? Was it money, a toxic camaraderie or was it just human nature?". Ronald was incoherent. He simply was not able to comprehend what was happening. "Who- Who are you?", were the only words that came out of his mouth. The woman leaned over and signaled Ron to lend him his ear. "It doesn’t matter who I am.", she said. "The faster you realize the faster I'm gone." " I don't know what youre talking about.", said Ronald. " I know you're lying Ron, you know that deep down you're falling apart because of this. You've known what you want to be since you were eight years old. How can you suddenly drop your passion in light of a miniscule impediment? The prospect of changing people's perspectives and their lives as a whole is a potential you know how to handle. Do you not want them to see the greater truth? How many among the masses have stopped to see the bigger picture and realized where they were heading? Just because a few publishers rejected your book doesn't mean that its a reject. It just means that you need to try harder. The answer might be right around the corner." Ron's expression changed , he knew what she was saying was right, there was a glimmer of hope in his future. She stood up and left. Ron knew the mysterious woman was right and that he truly could succeed but he didnt know how. He looked towards the bench at the corner of the coach. In Particular, the head of Wright Publishing Co. was reading the daily mail. He knew this was his chance and his only one and he decided to accept the offer. Ronald found his calling, what about you?
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