He drew the curtains shut. He couldn't bare seeing the sun rise up yet again for another long, pointless day. He looked up at the clock that never seemed to wait for him. It was 4am.
He wondered.
How many hours were there left untill his last breath, if he didn't interviene? His eyes lazily drifted across the room. They landed on the mirror on the wardrobe door. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at himself.
Suddenly he started laughing to himself "Hahahah! What the fuck!?! We're just slabs of meat with feelings! We're so insignificant! We're just waiting to die! Why should i even care!?"
