It is unusual, this enemy.
It isn’t physical and yet… there it stands. So resolute in its conviction, that even time cannot wear it. Smooth to the touch, I press against it. Unimpressed, the marble slab stains white against my palms of patience. Impenetrable in its defiance, I can do nothing but wait. Wait… and wait within the hollow confines of its halls.
Pacing back and forth, I await a response; a simple reply. Weary, I continue to walk, tap my feet, check my phone but… the wall remains. It holds its bearing, as I begin to lose mine. Eyes shifting, it watches. Staring beyond the vacuum of my shaky soul. Insulted, I grit my teeth and throw a tantrum. Lashing out, empty hands slap marble. It fails to crack, to fracture, or even to shake.
Dismayed, I break, crashing onto the floor. Shattering, pieces scatter as I glance down. Pieces of me; my pride, my sorrow, my arrogance. They are my essence, the ego that I gaze upon. Reaching down, my fingers slip beyond the edges. In between the glass, lies the truth. The bleeding remains of a broken heart.
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
