𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯

Introduction

This is a rewritten version of ‘What's the point of living when the best is sleeping’. Many changes will be seen, the fluff will no longer be here and only intense pure hatred and negative emotions will exist in this story.

Again, this Ochicharoumenos. Apologizing for the complicatedness of my own works.

Remember, this story will be heavy. Thank you.

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It was not his tears that started to sprinkle and landed on his face. It was the cold rain that washed away the puddle of blood, removing the sole proof that he will now die in a manner that he didn't expect.

A pair of black eyes— it was too dull similar to a dead fish— started to dim more as the owner was slowly accepting his ending.

For him, this way of dying is comfortable. No one will see how pathetic he will die. No one will tell how stupid he is. No one will cry for him.

Can you hear his heartbeat that little by little beat less? Can you hear his shallow breathing that is now getting heavier and heavier? Can you see him dying and curious why he is not reminiscing the best of the past of his memories?

Hundreds of needles begin to prick his body leading him to groan painfully then numbness started to spread from the tips of his hair to the soles of his feet.

Not only did he feel something hard and heavy pressing his chest, black dots started to occupy his line of sight, clearly announcing his own tragic ending without him even fighting.

It hurts... He cannot feel it but he knows it really hurts.

Glad.

How weird but that's how visible his feeling is. He didn't even resist nor keep the rope of his own life as he firmly believes that we are suffering from Human life and by and by, our own death is the peace we are seeking for so long.

The knells rang loudly inside of his head, ending with a head-shattering pin drop that little by little pull his life force away from the empty shallow shell.

The rich petrichor smell of rain mixed with a whiff of musty stillness, tinged with iron sweep across the dark and cramped alley where he is right now. The dwindle scent of blood evaporated the more the rain drops.

No longer able to move, his senses also dulled as seconds passes by... he can now close his eyes as death fetched him with a smile.