Heavy rain poured down from above the dark clouds up in the sky, filling the sky with little droplets that splatter on the muddy ground of a narrow road. Thunder and purple lightning roar resounded over the clouds, the brief lighting illuminated a black-cloaked silhouette creeping through the mud in a hurry.
Flashing once more, the purple lighting made the features of the black-cloaked silhouette much clearer. It seemed to be a young man of 23years old, within the age of adulthood.
The young man gradually slow down his stride before he suddenly stopped. His black eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his rough black hair hinted at the very rough night. The young man gradually bent downward as his hands, splashed around in the mud as if he was looking for something before he stopped.
"Damn it, Bernard, where did you drop your glasses again, finally I found the damn glasses." Bernard huffed a bit in frustration before sulking his little rants.
The feeling of not being able to see, without his glasses had become a daily occurrence for him, especially at nights when he was almost like a bat seeing a flashlight. But still, it bothered him just as it did every single day of his damn life, but at this moment he was too tired to care about it for today.
He softly pushed his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose however they slipped a bit forward from being wet. Just from looking through the glasses, he felt as if he had been given a new lease to life, making him breathe in a sigh of relief.
Even though he needed a new pair, he had decided against it since it was anything but close to being completely dismantled or losing its minimum usefulness. Even though he could tell it was badly mutilated at first glance, since the glasses and the temple looked crooked after he wore it, he thought it was still better than nothing.
"Meow....!"
Just then as Bernard was about to hasten his stride, he heard something let a sound around him he felt was odd. He would have sworn it was his old phone which was on the verge of dying making a weird sound whenever he received a phone call.
But then the sound that was made, insisted repeatedly it wasn't his old phone, nor was he with or beside a pet owner carrying a cat.
He turned his head around only, to realize something in his line of sight. Lowering his line of view he could see a little kitten, it was black, chubby, furry most especially it was quite wet and was almost fidgeting as it tug his pants with wet paws.
Even though it was fidgeting, Bernard thought it seemed quite friendly compared to a lunatic stray cat he had helped, as it hugged his leg showing off it was both cute and cold.
There was quite some distance to his house, and most especially Bernard was contemplating whether he should keep it or not, besides that he also had two thoughts running in his head.
Firstly, he was just a poor orphan who had no money and wasn't rich, taking care of himself with three square meals a day was already an issue, secondly what if the cat had an owner who was probably worried and was searching for it?
After a while of contemplating, Bernard finally decided taking care of the kitten would likely do more harm than good, and since there was no shelter around or within sight due to the rain he would only take it to his house for today and the next day take it to the home of lost pets.
"It's not like your owner would be too worried, that you were gone for just a single night right little guy?" Bernard muttered, without expecting much before picking up the little kitten who turned around to glance at him with its green emerald eyes, before its let out a 'meow.'
Bernard didn't know what it meant, but he assumed it's should be a 'thank you' which he gladly accepted by nodding at its.
After he was done he began to hasten his stride towards his house. After a few minutes of walking, he finally arrived home, immediately he went to attend to the little kitten before he decided to do a few old works. Living in a single bedroom apartment after his graduation, with noisy neighbors and enough space to fit his bed and a few chairs was more than enough for him at least for now since he didn't have a wife, kids, or even a girlfriend.
In overview, an old TV was placed close to the wall, but Bernard would merely use it as a means of entertaining his depression or seeping away from his troublesome life drama and didn't watch anything else but today he was quite anxious and as well anticipated.
The apartment was barely rented after sorting his monthly bills, since he was quite poor he had to work off his a*ss every single day just so he could take care of himself, and sometimes he wouldn't even come home and would sleep at his place of work.
When his colleagues, were busy having their meals or chitchatting among their circles, however, Bernard wouldn't be a part of that not that he didn't like it but he preferred staying on his own.
If it wasn't for his little properties, and security documents being unsafe at his workplace. He wouldn't even bother wasting precious money to rent an apartment, on top of his bed were a few files he had yet to submit.
He walked towards a cabinet, immediately pulling an old wooden drawer that accommodated his old TV remote, as it made a ghostly sound when pulled over.