He started weeping out loud as the scenes of his past replayed through his head. He'd always seen the universe's interventions as highly intentional and careful selected. Something he started to rely on when he was faced with the realities of this world. Surely the universe wouldn't leave him our to dry? Surely not, after all this time? So he waited. And waited some more. For a sign that he was not abandoned. And so a year has gone by, and he is still sitting there, realising how much it cost him to hope for something that never came. But even more terrifying, what if the sign had come, and he just didn't see it? What if he had become blind to the universe's will? Maybe the universe isn't broken. Maybe the only thing that has forsaken him, is himself.
