Halting down the halls of Eden, his breath was broken into segments or wheezing, but never through the blood bathed nose always through the mouth. Every few feet a fault would occur in his step and he would almost Tremble to the ground considering to repose, he still staggered through the hallway painting his hands on the wall plugging himself forward, craving what he long most desired, like every single moment of his life lead up to this one moment where he would decide whether to capitulate or resist. The hall seem so loud to his ears which rang for eternity yet the hall was silent to the echo of the gait along the passage. Blood dripped down his sleeve, he had got three quarters of the way before he collapsed to his knees, his perception of the world seemed to begin to perish into the mind, but before his eyes was the vesper sunset, only it moves west, onto tomorrow, onto a new day. Only one less soul, so much left unspoken. Well at least he grasped the sight of dusk, one last time.
