[ WP ] You hate this writing prompt .

Five words flashes on his screen. 
 
 He puts his face on his arms to hide his expression. All you see his is his silhouette against the bright LCD screen his stuck on every single day. You knew what he looked like without even checking, the same old emotionless guy who lost all his emotions pursuing his dreams. 
 
 *Sigh. * If only he knew his life would have been better that he grabbed the opportunity that father would have given him. A bachelor's degree without breaking a sweat. Who would have never loved that. 
 
 His been like that for a minute or so. Everyday. Every hour. 
 
 His life could have been better if he did n't found out about that site. Writing. Sure, but would that be enough to feed him. Look at him now. 
 
 He returns to look at the screen. His face brightens. I turned my back against him. Those five words. I hate it and I know he'll hate it too. All I could hear is the daily rhythm he makes against the keyboard. 
 
 Look at him now. Doing the thing that he loves, writing, but would that make him *live*? 
 
 Look at him now... Doing the thing that he loves...
