Why am I always the nice guy?
Why am I always alone?
Why does nobody notice?
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Ezhno had woken early that morning. He lazily got ready, regretting the idea of work. Ezhno put on the same suit he had worn the day before, "Nobody is going notice.." he mumbled to himself. Before leaving, however, Ezhno switched his old tie for a new black one he had bought for himself. Without glancing at the mirror, Ezhno left without looking at the mirror that hung beside the door.
After the dull commute to work, Ezhno quietly punched in for work and immediately headed towards his desk. There were a few workers in before him who, much like the ones that followed after, neither look at nor greeted him. Ezhno sat in his desk and diligently typed in forms and letters. His desk was organized and kept very simple; little had been added to what was first provided for him-- the only thing that had changed was another little cup for pencils and pens and his glasses case. The desk beside him was unlike any other in the office, it was empty. Ezhno originally had a "desk partner", a simply young woman who left a few months after joining. Since then, many who filled that desk, often left it. He had been accustomed to short meetings, mostly because they didn't care for Ezhno-- which he learned to not mind too.
After half an hour of working, his boss called out for an announcement. At first, Ezhno glanced over; but after seeing the young make who stood next to the boss, he silently turned back to his work. After the young one settled down, he shrunk as his co-workers swarmed his new partner. After all the commotion had left, Ezhno remained quiet, diligent. He had expected to not be noticed, so he made no efforts; Ezhno had pulled the little cup closer to his side of the desk, being slightly mindful to the other's space.
Ezhno had glanced over when the male greeted him; he softly stuttered a reply, not surprised that he clamored over such simple words. Returning to his own little bubble, he made little eye contact. After a few minutes of simply typing to himself he mustered up enough will to softly utter, "Welcome to the company." With that being established Ezhno, a 26 year old hermit since the time he was born, returned to work.
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【ＯＯＣ: Sorry for the delay! Had dinner ._.;; I'm going to silently watch over for now, so replies might be slow. But I promise that there will be a reply here first thing in the morning at least! 】
But when will I change?
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