Awaiting Inevitability

         I anxiously sat alone in a darkened room starved of light, which matched my melancholic mood. The charcoal-black curtains shielding one singular window absorbed any natural light trying to infiltrate the shadows in which I resided. Silence prevailed over this little space for me to wait, providing still, temporary tranquillity that would soon be disrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone.
         I anticipated it to come at any time, but sincerely hoped the message would fail to arrive; a message confirming an impending truth that could potentially destroy me.