Stay

No. It can't be real. You think to yourself. It's a joke someone is pulling on me. Two million?
You shake your head and throw the letter in the bin. You go back to making your toast. You take two bites before realising you're late to work.
You quickly throw your jacket on and grab the bin bag to take it out. You rush to work and sit at your desk. It doesn't look like anyone noticed you were late, thank God!
You slump in your desk just before your boss shouts your name down the office.
'Blake, I want to see you in my office in five.'
You know what's coming, so you begin packing your personal effects into a box. No one bats an eyelid. You then make your way to the office and are subsequently fired.
From this point on, your life spirals into disarray, you lose the house, you're to sell all your belongings and end up on the street.
It's here you're by a homeless man and contract HIV. You die not long after.