The Road So Far

Bile built up in the man's throat. His body shook miserably as he drug his arms beneath him for support. The world looked down into pale grey/green eyes, once full of vivacity and a spirited color of shocking emerald. Desperate were his feet to find stability on top of the sea of ashen asphalt, but greedy it had been as its surface pulled the man back groundward. Now everything went spinning, the golden sun set fading into nothing more than a curtain of black. A feeble inaudible cry whispered past Dean's sore and cracked lips just as his eyes circled past eyelids. Everything this man was supposed to be, everything he had been shaped into, and everything he was supposed to do was absent. leaving havoc and tribulation to those who follow in the wake of it all. He no longer felt proud. No longer did Dean feel proud as things ended in right front of him.