"Throw him under the bus, that's what they said to me."
I was there in the meeting, and you came a little late. Then Samuela and Peter just started talking about you, whether we need you or not.
I tried to tell them, it's not about that. We started it all together, and still we haven't achieved anything.
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Willer standing and hearing Sam's points, he smiles and says, "It doesn't matter anymore, na."
"It matters to me." Sam putting his hands on the shoulder of Willer.
Willer moving his hand away. "Does it? It's not like we are close to each other."
"No, no, I feel for you," Sam insists. But he is baffled by Willer's response, lost in his own head now, thinking about how he has become the bad one in all of this. They are not him. He is not them. Yet here he is, wearing it.
"You could have taken a stand or something. In my eyes, I am the one being kicked, and not you."
Sam, who was consoling and had put a bit of responsibility on himself, felt a little off at this, as to why it would come upon him.
"They know you will do whatever they ask of you." Willer adds, continuing much like oil on fire. He doesn't care.
Willer, saying things for the sake of it.
Sam doesn't want to do this anymore. Sam cares, or he thinks he does. There has to be some truth to it, that Sam feels hurt.
"Okay, take care. You are not in the right mind."
Willer, while packing his stuff and slamming onto the desk a sheet of paper, perhaps his resignation:
"That's the thing. I am in the right mind."
29 May 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3118: throw him under the bus
