(Short-Story) "Vainglory" [A man's dilemma who have almost evertything]

Grayish clouds reflected in the sky that announced the impending storm, leaves dancing a waltz to the sound of gale, I witnessed everything from the top of my building. A scenario not too strange to me, I have witnessed these whims of nature countless times throughout my life, but in this particular occasion, it caused me exaltation, it was as if this image in front of me was a reflection of my soul, as if I were facing a mirror with my mind exposed so that it could be felt.

“Mr. Dante, you need something more". A familiar voice with an accommodating, infused tone was heard.

“No, thanks for working so hard, I'm fine Lina". You can retire. I responded spontaneously, without noticing the strangeness of my behavior. She leaves, but not before showing me an expression of surprise followed by a slight smile.

CEO of a prominent company, Departments in all major metropolises of the globe, immense number of ostentatious cars that exceed my repertoire of friends, a couple of pets that do not even know that I exist, a number of controversial conflicts with the media, three divorces that I can barely realize that happened. I have so much of what I could hold up to exhaustion, however, there is no joy, instead there is a void that corrodes me and consumes me from the core of my person.

A few hours ago I read a message in my electronic mailbox, in the midst of my daily indifference to the trivialities of life, I proposed to read the text by mere inertia, contemplating the head of this, immediately a presentiment shook my senses, it became imminent I had reserved for me, while reading it felt like each letter crossed my chest as if were sharp shards, a tear emerged spontaneously without disturbing in the least my expression, it was evident that I had forgotten the very essence of what implied crying. It was a herald announcing the suicide of those dreams that had been ignored until today, "She" had gone, so far away where not even spending all my resources, I would be able to reach her.

I am ready to leave from the trustworthy refuge that my company supposes...

I’m going in search of an abrupt outcome that ends my growing dilemma. I find myself wandering in the face of the storm. In the face of imminent danger, I do not succumb in the fear, I only express an indifference with vibes of recklessness.

Deafened by the sound of the wind, I can vaguely hear in the distance: “All the people... Are asked, please... To be put under guard...

I keep wandering a few more meters, while my mind wandered, I find myself, as if forcing my imagination, making memories of a life with her. Immersed in my fallacy, a piece of rubble hits me violently leaving me unconscious.

I found myself in a dream... it was a scene from many years ago, before the worldliness of money seduced me, I was a vision with her on a coast, with a sunset as a wrap, she rests in my arms, sighs subtly, followed by a short silence, she confesses what is her greatest wish in life. I remember that moment, it moved me so much that I wanted to borrow it, I wanted to make it my own, it was what led me to obtain money and influences in the first place. I had forgotten my original version; the dream of her has returned me what I am...

A golden light bursts my sleep, slowly, I open my eyes, I look through a window, I assume that the presence of the star announces the passage of the storm. When I get completely back in myself, I find myself on a hospital bed, a few lacerations and bruises cover part of my body, on the other hand, in my mind something had changed, maybe in my own soul, I have rediscovered my reason of being. Even if it was a purpose that I borrow, I interpret that dream as if it were her request. In the absence of her, I will fulfill that desire she entrusted to me. Starting here, as far as my resources allow me, and my conviction reaches.

I will make it a reality, for her...

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