It quickly became lonely while walking through the quiet, rainy bundle of nature. If nothing else, it provided some time to be with his own thoughts, having far too much on his mind. Being alone with those contemplations was not strictly a beneficial process; the smile he wore faded and his sense of worth was questioned as he moved.
Constantly, he lingered on his regrets; the mother he was too late to help, the friend he perhaps could've saved, and the killer he could've killed.
It felt like static played in his mind, disrupting his own thoughts as he struggled to focus, coming to a stop as a sharp migraine permeated itself through his head.
"Nggaaah…!" He let out.
What was merely static felt like now his brain was being prodded by needles that shocked it, bringing him to hunch over as blood seeped from his nostrils.
"Do you feel like you belong to the world? To yourself?"
