It took about three days for Esten to see the damage he'd done. Ashton was still out, he was in a coma—the doctor said it shouldn't last long. Esten felt horrible anyway, and it was a Sunday morning that he decided, while everyone was visiting Ashton's unconscious body, that he was going to take a walk.
He made his way out of the maze of a hospital to the street, and he began walking towards the major intersection to the right of the hospital. Accidents happened at this intersection constantly, and he was quite surprised that there wasn't the scene of a car accident spread across it today. So when he made it to the corner, he pressed the walk button and waited for the sign to allow him to cross.
Then a thought crossed his mind. He had already lived most of his life, and it hadn't exactly been a good one. Then he thought of what he'd done to Ashton, and what he'd done to so many others in the past.
It was then that Esten, in the spur of the moment, decided he did not deserve, and no longer wanted to, live.
So, he tenderly set foot out into the oncoming traffic, then another. Cars began to honk and he blocked them all out, and with one great breath he leapt, throwing himself into the middle of the intersection. Cars honking and various screams from passerbys was what Esten heard before his bones were crushed into tiny bits, and with his last conscious breath he gave his condolences to the world.
