imnotafuckingfurry
Ten Gonzales died. He died a painful death with no one beside him. His tough mattress met nothing to him, the unbearable pain from his entire body was enough to him to ignore the stinky aroma, dreary room, and small proximity. But, no one cares for him. It wasn't wrong to say that no one would care for him when he died. So, when he threw his last breathes, he wasn't sad about his past choices. He didn't question what he did that made him end up in this sorrowful place. He simply smiled. "This is the end. Huh?" He chuckled, it hardly sounded like a laugh. More like a distortion between a sneeze and a wracking cough, extremely nasal. However, none of that mattered anymore. He was never happy beforehand. He has always smiled artificially or frowned all day. Despite the pain not depleting, he never felt so happy. 'Finally I can leave this world.' He closed his eyes.