The corridor stretched before me, I didn’t have any memory of how I had gotten there. Every few feet had a different picture of my brother, Leon lit by another oil lantern.
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I don't remember when I started running to its end, nor did I know when I would reach its. Each portrait had him striking a different pose, the frame shimmering gold.
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Under each picture was a pedestal, hosting place to an oil lamp and participation certificates to goals he didn't really have a chance to. Below even those, on the floor, shattered and broken were my first place awards, medals and trophies. I wanted to scream but I knew that there was no one there to hear it, to care.
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I couldn't speed up, nor could I slow down. The walls were painted a dark, navy blue, which I knew were his favorite color. My shoes made no sound against the polished tiles. As if they had also disowned me. Every muscle in my body wanted to to stop, to slow down at the very least. I couldn't.
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A realization dawned on me, this hallway would never end, it could never end. The hallway to my father's approval would never end because it had no end, no destination. At least for me.
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That was when I stopped running.
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