"Uhhh, so bitter," Rodrigo mused as he settled himself on a cliff, taking a sip from his drink. "From my mother's milk to this bitter concoction, what a journey."
Allowing the cool breeze to tousle his raven hair, Rodrigo gazed out at the moon, its gentle glow casting an ethereal light upon the landscape. With his drink by his side, he found solace in the serenity of the night.
"What a fitting day to end this all," he lamented softly, taking another sip of the bitter liquid.
Gazing up at the starry sky, Rodrigo marveled at the celestial beauty above. "That star is unusually large," he observed, noticing a particularly bright star descending rapidly.
"Why is it falling so fast?" Rodrigo wondered aloud. "Perhaps in the face of death, everything starts to make sense."
Turning his attention to the gun he had taken from the policeman, Rodrigo examined it with a sense of finality. He was ready to end the turmoil that had plagued him.
Suddenly, a deafening bang reverberated through the air, followed by a powerful thud that sent Rodrigo sprawling. As dust billowed around him, obscuring his surroundings, Rodrigo's world was plunged into chaos.
"Fucking hell! Where's my ticket out of this mess?" Rodrigo cursed impatiently, frantically searching for the gun and his drink, which had vanished into thin air.
A soft blue light emanated from the swirling dust, catching Rodrigo's attention. It seemed to originate from a small, mysterious box that had materialized from the chaos. Despite the eerie patterns adorning its surface, Rodrigo felt no fear as he approached the box, drawn in by the promise of illumination in the darkness.
"What's there to be scared of?" he muttered to himself, dismissing any apprehension.
With a bold resolve, Rodrigo extended his hand toward the box, but before he could make contact, a sudden spark erupted between his palm and the box.
A surge of electricity coursed through his body, sending a jolt of pain concentrated at his head. Stumbling backward, Rodrigo gritted his teeth against the sensation, refusing to succumb to weakness.
Shaking off the shock, Rodrigo rose to his feet, determination burning in his eyes. Undeterred by the setback, he approached the box once more, only to find that the light had vanished, leaving him in darkness.
"Damn it! The light's gone!" he exclaimed in frustration, picking up the box and shaking it in a futile attempt to revive its glow. But to his dismay, the box remained inert, offering no answers to his desperate search.
Suddenly, Rodrigo heard the sound of someone coughing nearby. Startled, he turned around, expecting to see an intruder, but found no one behind him.
"I must be imagining things," he muttered to himself, attributing the noise to his exhaustion.
In a fit of frustration, Rodrigo lifted the mysterious box and hurled it from the cliff, watching as it plummeted into the river below.
"Don't!" a voice echoed in his head, causing Rodrigo to freeze in surprise. But it was too late—the box was already lost to the water.
"Who said that? Show yourself!" Rodrigo demanded, scanning his surroundings for any sign of the mysterious voice.
"Who gave you the audacity to throw that away?" the voice replied, its tone filled with indignation.
"And who are you to question me?" Rodrigo retorted, his confusion mounting with each passing moment.
"Run and retrieve that before I lose my patience!" the voice commanded urgently.
Baffled by the disembodied voice, Rodrigo sought answers, demanding, "Who are you? Show yourself!"
"I'm in your head, mortal. Go get my box!" the voice clarified, sending a chill down Rodrigo's spine.
Unfazed by the threat, Rodrigo scoffed, "What will you do to me if I refuse? Kill me? That would save me a lot of trouble."
With a resigned sigh, Rodrigo turned away and spotted the handle of the gun buried in the sand. He quickly retrieved it and sank to the ground, his resolve wavering.
"It's as good a time as any to die," he muttered, succumbing to defeat.
"Mom, here I come! Dad, here I come, Nita, here I go!" Rodrigo declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of determination and resignation. "I don't care if I get a befitting burial or not. Leaving this fucked up world is the priority! Joy awaits afterwards!"
With a somber smile, Rodrigo cocked the gun and took a deep breath, his mind swirling with final thoughts. He knew that ending his life in this manner was the quickest and most definitive way to escape the pain and turmoil of existence.
As he brought the gun beneath his jaw, preparing to pull the trigger, Rodrigo fell into a moment of silence, pondering his final words.
"Ahh, fuck this world!" he exclaimed with a mixture of defiance and despair, his last defiant act before ending his suffering.
With a resounding "Pow!", Rodrigo pulled the trigger, sending a shockwave of pain and finality through his body as his life came to a sudden and tragic end.