Scurry Inertia

Gregory Flint had been born into a wealthy family. Jonathon Flint, his father was a big shot in the banking business he was the CEO of Flint Banking. Gregory never need to worry about poverty, hunger. Any material purchase he needed was given. His father had always loved Gregory for he was the only child of an otherwise fruitless marriage. He was the heir to the Flint legacy, next in line for the throne of Flint Banking. Gregory always had everything he needed and more. Jonathon had always found a price for the priceless assuring that Gregory was never bored, always happy and always loved. So that he would make his father proud and eventually take the reigns at Flint banking.


Anne Flint, his mother remained ageless throughout the years, a shining beauty; the envy of every man. Before Gregory was born she had a renowned career in modeling, the spotlight always shone graciously on Anne and the camera's always captured her indisputable beauty. When Gregory was born, the maternal connection was immediate she saw in Gregory her one and only future. The short 6 months following Gregory's birth had flown by quickly, her hiatus from modeling turned into a lifetime. After the 6 month hiatus she never looked back, she was no longer under a spotlight. The camera's eventually forgot Anne Flint, and Anne shone her spotlight on her only child. She showered him with hugs and kisses, clothed and bathed him. Always gave a shoulder when a shoulder was needed to cry on. Gregory always had the best of care, nothing was ever unreachable for Gregory. Anne loved Gregory with everything she had, there was never a task too daunting . He was never unloved by family, he was nurtured and cared for by his loving mother for all of her life. He was her life, a beloved son. She made him smile in the darkest of times. She made him happy always.


Gregory attended the highest achieving private school in the state. One of the most expensive, illustrious schools in the world. He would attend every day, in the same mechanical way. The school was dull and focused, the rooms had high ceilings and unbreakable wood stained walls. Metallic vertical blinds covered the windows, they were sterile and spotless. They were unreflective, cold and distant they set the isolated mood of the academic institute. The desks were all perfectly aligned, side by side, front to back the were evenly distant from each other. One student sat on each desk, eyes always to the blackboard. The school had separate classes for both boys and girls, interaction was minimal even amongst the same sex. The boys sat upright, backs ruler straight and hands placed in the center of their desk with their arms forming a perfect triangle. Their ties were all matching down to their tidy windsor knot. The girls crossed their legs precisely, their legs three quarters covered with Navy Blue skirts, their hair was always tied back and no longer than shoulder length.


Gregory ate his lunch alone with one of the few short breaks he had from classes. The playground had a solitary broken swing erected in the center. It was always unused. Surrounding the swing was black asphalt and concrete benches. Gregory avoided the other students, he longed for company always, but he could never keep any. There were never any sports played at his school, the children kept to small groups. Much of the time groups of one. Gregory longed for the company of one in particular. The blue eyed girl that smiled at him in her group of three. Her name was Cassandra, a slender brunette girl with pearl white teeth. She smiled at him, he found it hard to break a smile back.


High school saw Gregory still alone, and mostly friendless. It was the same Academic Institute, only a further two minutes down the road. Cassandra attended also, she still always had a smile for Gregory. Gregory always chose to shy away. Gregory got older the longing for friendship become a lust for love. His parents had always shown him love, he was one of the most loved. But he always wished for the love of another. Passing in the hall, she would walk alongside her group of three. She always caught the eyes of many male students. But she could only send her eyes along with her smile to Gregory.


A couple of years into High School they talked occasionally, brief and to the point always. Mostly just a hello and how are you. He lusted for her, but was afraid to act. He had never truly loved and believed himself incapable. But that nagging longing for love was always there. It only grew stronger with time.


High School passed and so began the rest of his life. He attended a university filled with daunting color and an abundance of socialites. He was always strong and distant, he was smart and well spoken. Graduating near top of his class. Heading toward his first job alongside Jonathon Flint.
It was his father's proudest moment when Gregory donned a suit and tie and joined him in the Flint Banking's Corporate headquarters. Gregory made short work of promoting through the ranks. He became somewhat of a stern leader in the company. With the leadership he gained an extra layer of isolation. His longing for love only grew, the memory of the blue eyed girl Cassandra was always there.


Gregory's parents had eventually passed, he had taken his fathers place as the CEO of Flint Banking. His own bank account was always rich, always had been. He had stopped smiling when he no longer had Cassandra to smile back with. He bought the newest sports car, one of the fastest in the world. He bought a humongous mansion filled with obedient servants, ceilings as high as could be. Gregory dined alone at the head of a long, dark table, he sat in a large chair with a back that towered above his own. He imagined what could have been if Cassandra would have been sitting beside him smiling back. He bought a private plane, he owned an amusement park for his own amusement. Gregory opened a zoo, for only a moment of joy. He bought his own island, to house all of his toys. A tropical paradise, always warm and inviting. A place that would drown out the darkest of lonely hearts. Like all of his other assets it only bought him a small piece of happiness.
He owned enough toys for a city, none of which could fulfill his lust for love. The snowballing desire for affection, he only thought of one. Of Cassandra.


The desire drove him to only one residence, Cassandra's. He dragged his feet nervously walking up toward the door. They were both older now, he had lead a life without her. He knocked on the door, Cassandra answered. Gregory smiled, but Cassandra only gave a stubborn smirk. A far cry from her trademark glowing smile. They conversed a little, before a man walked up behind Cassandra. Children were heard within the house. Cassandra was smiling with another man, she had children now. She had lived a full life after school and her smile was now only reserved for her husband.


No amount of money could buy back Cassandra's smile, it was lost. Maybe always. He could no longer afford Cassandra's priceless smile. It was the only wealth his life ever desired.