"It's raining..."
"so what?" he replied to himself.
"it's just... I want to die."
he looked down at the destroyed city where he used to live his whole life.
"is that so? You still have the responsibility of all those people you've lost and still haven't succeeded, and yet, π¦ππ’ π€πππ‘ π‘π πππ?!
π½πππ πΏπΌπΎπΈ ππ»π΄π??"
His voice became more and more desperate as he talked longer. And his breath got heavier by each breath he took.
There was a silent break.
" *sigh* " he looked at the corpses of thousands rather hundred-thousands of people lying around in the city, burnt to rather an unrecognizable extent, with a painful expression on their faces.
"it was not easy nor a merciful death for you all,
was it...?"
"this is what happens if you're naiv enough to think that you can save everyone, huh...?"
and so, he kept putting himself down.
"I never thought that I'd be in this pathetic state."
A steep cliff was infront of him.
Her approached it slowly until reaching its peak.
He saw blood dripping down the cliff infront of him as he looked around in hope of finding a survivor he realized the blood came from his head.
'If I don't go anywhere I would lose my consciousness'
Thought he, but didn't move.
He looked behind himself, he saw a big forest and where he was standing was a cliff, high enough to break all his bones to an unrecognizable pile of squishy mess.
He felt that as if a hundred hammers hit him over and over again until he didn't feel anything no more as the pain begins to come back slowly of his injuries.
He thought about falling down, but did not dare because the shackles of guilt held him back. Until he would be freed; he must suffer...
At least he would lose consciousness before falling, so he would convince himself of not having another option, he thought. He closed his eyes... and fell asleep while thinking about the happy times, the guilt and remorse he feels.
Every memory came up to his mind, everything became clear to him, his mind, his soul and heart are aligned for once.
'Yes, it's too late' he thought, pitifully trying to hold back his dried out tears in his eyes, for his eyes would shed painful blood drops with a burning sensation, because of the uncountable times he had cried for the hard times he did not try to bear.
"So it's true that one cannot find any success in purpose if your will to live is as little as you anticipate your life is worth to be...
I have achieved everything in life, yet did not feel any satisfaction. I felt every single drop of feelings, yet I cannot express my dilemma. I... am a fool."
so he declared with a breaking voice and long silence.
"πΉππππ π²πππππ, ππππ π ππππππ, π πππ π’ππ?"