MAN FROM TOMORROW (EPISODE 8)

While Martin planned on seeing the Director soon, he needed a few more minutes to himself. He wasn’t quite ready to face all of his fears. Martin resumed his previous resting position. This time he let his cheek sit against the shiny wooden desk, with his hands clenching bunches of his short, light brown hair.

Stressed was a minor word to describe how he felt. He wasn’t sure there was any expression capable of articulating his emotions.

The previous night his Director informed him they had something to discuss. In the past his Director had directly contacted him only once. That first time was about something positive, he wasn’t thinking that was the case with this second call. Because of his performance as of late and the wording of the request, he didn’t consider that whatever followed now would be pleasant. He had no clue what the Director wanted. Naturally, he couldn’t help but contemplate the worst. Since the moment their call ended the previous night, he was increasingly worrying over the Director’s intentions with their meeting.

That morning he’d been eager as ever to get to work and speak to the Director. He wanted nothing more than to get the conversation over with. Considering how things always went, Martin wasn’t surprised. He’d came to work early and he would still to have to wait a large part of the day. The man was so busy, he had a months long waiting list. Martin was only getting to speak to him because of something important that couldn’t wait.

Martin remained in his office brooding- or grieving, depending on how you looked at it. He was worsening the record he was spending all his time worrying about. There was no way to hide how poor his performance had been over the last couple of months. Martin feared that he would lose the job he spent his entire life in, any day now. Losing that job was only his second fear.

Martin’s worst fear was losing the woman he loved. He’d known her for quite sometime. But it was only two and a half years ago when they got married. He’d always thought she was the woman of his dreams; he still thought so even now, when they were on the verge of a divorce. Over the years, even before they married, the two of them had spent great time together laughing, having fun, and just enjoying each other’s company. He had thought, naively, that everything between them would be perfect forever. He wanted to live with her and wake up next to her for the rest of his life. But he’d managed to only get less than three years with her before he’d gone and lost her.

One thing in particular irked him. His soon to be ex-wife was intent on not telling him what went wrong with their relationship. She wouldn’t admit that she wanted something different, that she’d fallen for someone else, or even that she wanted something better. Instead, she only told him it was his fault. He could have saved their relationship. The more he thought about it, he believed that she was the one who stopped caring. if she didn’t want to tell him what the problem was, things between them were already doomed.

He sighed, annoyed at the thought. There was much he would have done for her. Even thinking of letting her go sent his heart spiralling into the depths of sorrow.

(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)