The multicolored cube sits in my hand as I wonder why I still have it. This enigma brings along with it a sense of loneliness. Familiar clicking of the cube rotation brings my mind to ease. Individual pieces slowly move back into place where they belong, as I wish I could do the same. The smoothness of the rotation relaxes my whole body and mind. On top, the Rubik's symbol slowly fades as time wears it down. Time wears everything down, even the happy memories from years past. The top layer is all the same color. Now the next layer is done. After one last turn, everything back is where it belongs. Where do I belong?

The music blares into my ears vibrating my whole body. A vibrant array of colored lights flash all over the room. The ground shakes as people jump up and down, dancing along to the beat of the music. Everything echos in the vast gym. Few people sit on their phones up in the seats. Most are smiling their wide smiles, while some look for their friends in the gigantic crowd. People get consumed by the vacuum like mosh pit and will not be seen till the dance is over. Lots of screams envelop the gym.

I stood awkwardly on the outskirts of the gym just staring at the cube. My shirt and pants were unmatching. I did not even have a tie. My eyes were fixated on the cube in front of me. The world around me did not exist in my mind. It was just me and the cube. Everyone around me slowly faded from my thoughts as the only thing I did think was when am I going to leave? The invisible tear rolled down my face as the breeze of a passerby blew through my dirty blonde hair. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth when I finally leave the gym and walk into the cold night air.

The three by three by three toy keeps me company as the night wind sends shivers throughout me. The cube always makes me feel alone. A puzzle that gets easily mixed up can be so easily solved again. It can take four rotations to mix it up but more than one hundred to solve it again. I am just like that. One small things ruins me and one hundred other things can not bring me back up. The cube isolates me from others in my mind. The thought that people can surround me but I will not even hear what they say.

Cars pass by picking up people leaving as I lean against the wall, waiting for the people that brought me here to exit. People walk by, and their conversations suddenly drop as the stare at the loner and his cube. The wind rustles the leaves on the ground and some cars honk indicating their arrival. The only thing I am focused on is the click of the cube. The cube and I are one in the same. I would be distraught if I lost it, yet I would be happy at the same time. To me, it is my loneliness, as I have always solved it on my own. I’ve always been on my own.

The five people I come with walk in a line towards the truck. I walk over to them and we all pile in the truck. The truck’s shiny blue coat shimmers off of the streetlights in the parking lot. Someone turns the key and the engine roars to life. The headlights flash in front, shining on the few others leaving the dance. We turn onto the empty and dark street as I continuously mix up and solve the cube. The stupid cube that always reminds me of my true isolation. The blinker clicks in a steady rhythm. The cube’s rotation clicks in unison with the blinker. We turn onto an even darker road. The truck bumps along the street as the quietness of the night envelops me.

We finally reach where the night began. I head towards my car leaving my to their own actions. The cube never leaves my hand, even when I am unable to carry anything else. My keys slide out of my pocket into my hand. The car clicks as the locks pop up, indicating it was successfully unlocked. I sit down in the seat and throw the cube in the back. It truly is worthless to me yet it stays with me everywhere I go. In all reality, I am the Rubik’s cube waiting to be solved.