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Tears streamed down Janus’ cheeks as his puffy eyes flickered around his surroundings.
Where was he? How did he get here?
He certainly wasn’t home. Bleak, gray buildings loomed dangerously above him and smog blackened the air above in a curtain of darkness.
His legs were jelly as he stumbled to the nearest wall. His jaw was open in a cry for help, but no sound came out. The ground met him quickly as he clutched his knees to his chest. Passersby happily chatted, paying no mind to the curled-up form beside them. His entire body shook as sobs wracked his body and tears blurred his vision.
Janus shook his head, attempting to rid himself of the memory. He refocused his attention on the road in front of him.
That was fifteen years ago, hardly something to still be unsettled by.
His fingers drummed restlessly on the steering wheel, a pitiful attempt to ground himself. His mother had been suffering from financial issues for years now. He had offered to move out several times, but he could never hold a job for long enough; non-meta organizations always found him out in the end. So moving to a town where rent is cheap and jobs are supportive was the logical next step.
And thus, here he was, on the way to Florida, meta capitol of the world. The job interview in a couple days weighed heavily on his shoulders. If he didn’t get the job, he didn’t have a Plan B.
But that wouldn’t happen, right? He could always come back up to Kentucky and beg his cousin for some money, but that was a low even he wasn’t willing to stoop to.
Alas, he would have to play it by ear.
But it won’t come to that. He will ace this interview, and he will get the job.
Or at least, that’s what he had in mind.