Cold...
Marcus' sight was starting to blur as weakness slowly crept unto his body as he started to feel cold.
It has been a long journey...
It was a wild ride full of ups and downs...
He had crawled out his way from nothing. From living like a rat in poverty, desperately scrapping for every penny and a little bit of food just to live by. To at least a somewhat dignified life where he could at least be considered a successful person.
Yet fate seems determined to go against him.
Just a little bit, if he was just given time...
He still got so much he wanted to do and witness.
The mountains of books left unfinished, the glory of mankind's limitless future, and most of all... he wanted to try starting his own family.
What... a pity...
A damned fate... it was...
His senses started to get dull as he felt his body grow colder and colder.
Using his undying willpower, he coughs up blood as he tried to reach a necklace with his last bits of strength.
It was an old necklace, a memento from his deceased mother.
Twitching, his hands slowly reached his target. Reaching it, he holds it tightly as his life flashes back on his mind. The blood from his hands slowly soaked the necklace...
Right... it was, really... a pity...
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