SOFIA
Defeat.
That's one word I hated more than any other.
To lose. To murdelize. To vanquish. No matter it's synonym, I hated every single one of them.
No matter how it's defined, I abhor the word. But the definition I have always taken into consideration, though I hated every word and punctuation was; to reduce, to nothing, the strength of.
That's how it felt after Richard dismissed me. My strength and myself had been reduced… to nothing.
Everything I worked for, everything that led to this very moment felt like it meant nothing. Like steps leading to failure.
I suppose that's exactly what it is.
Failure. If not, then what
else would I call it when it failed to
achieve the main goal. The main objective.
I may have tried to achieve success during high school, college and my internship. But the truth remains that life has already defeated me when it took away the two persons who have always fought gallantly for me.