In the room that I visited often, the boy’s glassy eyes stared at the last trail of the sun. Its light playing in the vacant place his soul used to be. He almost looked alive, but soon the twilight would give way to the night and his humanity would disappear with it.
In his last days, a single candle was lit to replace the lightbulb he could no longer afford. Its shadows flickered on the bare walls like an earthquake willing the room to collapse. For years I watched him wondering why my persuasions had no effect on his mind. Now I would never know. But I looked out towards the miles of orange lights winking at no one in the darkness. In the unusually silent city, everyone was sleeping tonight. I sighed.
There was only one person left.