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“I shall sequester the information that was entrusted to me, not to do so would be cruel and heartless.”

And yet, entrusted with such valuable information can make one a bit big headed at times. The world should honor, edify, and focus upon you—for who else has great truths bestowed upon them, chastened to tell no one, trusted beyond all reason? No, I was fairly sure that I was the only person amongst so many bestowed with this honor.

And so I walked around, head held high, a defiant expression on my face, as if daring someone to ask ‘What is it? What, please tell me, is this glorious knowledge you have been told? Tell, please!’

But would I say a word? Would I breathe even the faintest, evanescent trace of this secret? No, I would not, I have not, and I shall not.

People staring at me as I walk down the hall, quickly looking away when they see me staring back at them. Did they think I would not see?

Ah, the staring has stopped, but the whispering begins. Hostile whispers, cruel whispers, whispers of deceit and treachery, spreading like a great holocaust up and down the hallway. They knew. I knew it wouldn’t be a secret forever, but in the course of an hour, sixty minutes, three hundred and sixty seconds…all was revealed. They knew the secret.

I would get blamed, I realized. After all, I had been one of merely two people who knew, and I would get blamed.

I cannot take it anymore. The sideways glares, the fervent whispers, I cannot take it!

A window at the end of the hall. A trouble to end all troubles. I run, faster, faster, glass crashing around me, my feet flailing under me…and then, I land, face down. I am no longer entrusted with the secret, my burden gone, I am now free. Free to live my life.

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“I shall sequester the information that was entrusted to me, not to do so would be cruel and heartless.”

And yet, entrusted with such valuable information can make one a bit big headed at times. The world should honor, edify, and focus upon you—for who else has great truths bestowed upon them, chastened to tell no one, trusted beyond all reason? No, I was fairly sure that I was the only person amongst so many bestowed with this honor.

And so I walked around, head held high, a defiant expression on my face, as if daring someone to ask ‘What is it? What, please tell me, is this glorious knowledge you have been told? Tell, please!’

But would I say a word? Would I breathe even the faintest, evanescent trace of this secret? No, I would not, I have not, and I shall not.

People staring at me as I walk down the hall, quickly looking away when they see me staring back at them. Did they think I would not see?

Ah, the staring has stopped, but the whispering begins. Hostile whispers, cruel whispers, whispers of deceit and treachery, spreading like a great holocaust up and down the hallway. They knew. I knew it wouldn’t be a secret forever, but in the course of an hour, sixty minutes, three hundred and sixty seconds…all was revealed. They knew the secret.

I would get blamed, I realized. After all, I had been one of merely two people who knew, and I would get blamed.

I cannot take it anymore. The sideways glares, the fervent whispers, I cannot take it!

A window at the end of the hall. A trouble to end all troubles. I run, faster, faster, glass crashing around me, my feet flailing under me…and then, I land, face down. I am no longer entrusted with the secret, my burden gone, I am now free. Free to live my life.