1 Death
The sky was begrimed by the shades of red tint, and meager layers of clouds that spread all through the sky.
It resembled a theater landscape—going to close its drapes in the quick and moving city alongside various types of people towards each path.
There is a certain position in the center, which is not the same as the monotony of the city, distinguished by lush greenery and brilliant trees that frame a twist. Benches were seen along with it and a fix of white sand for young people was put in the center. In reality, it is a park for children with tearooms, playground equipment and arches modeled in this small fix wherever.
Among others, a certain man stands apart from the rest of the individuals, crouching in this park, wearing his work clothing, his straight white sleeves, his jeans and his shoes in an opposite tone.
One can only conclude that he was an ordinary office worker from the way he was dressed. In comparison, he seems grim and drunken rather than everybody's mood here. A lager jug in his right hand with cigarettes lying next to him on the sand.
It's because of this reason that two or three other strangers chastened him a while ago, because he was a model of a bad effect on young people in that park.
Some have avoided him more often than not, they have not stayed long, afraid their children may sometime in the future follow his example.
However, he could care less of the people who constantly gave his head a yapping, as he even floated a smoke of his stogie. In response, An individual pushed his patient up on the roof and hit him around his neck with a good punch.
However after a long time a police officer came and caught him. With all in mind, he never learned his lessons and went back to this place. While hunching down, he put another bunch of cigarettes into the sand. This time, though, lights and street lamps filled the spot when the sky was absolutely dark.
There was no other person but him any longer present, and he was satisfied as he was lying on sand, stretching his arms and legs.
Everything under the sky shines with different colors, and it was so invigorating. The engine hints of the cars were heard from afar, and nothing else other than nature's hints in the leaves, was heard from his ear.
I guess that's what he's been waiting for, full of true feelings of peace.
As everyone speculated, I'm a specialist in the office and Kyakoshi Saotori is my name. No that's incorrect, because the entire amount of what I did was just straight licking their shoes off. A name dog would be the right for me.
In that company, I sold my soul and blood. However, after my wife died, and without any kids, all became All the same...
— white.
Every day of my life had become a series of incidents before long. Nothing performed positively any longer for my plans. One day at that point, I found out that the company for which I was employed replaced me with a look-through new graduate.
I got kicked out.
It pissed me every time his face was full of proxies, and my thoughts walked hazardously. Still I could do nothing now, right?
I have no slightest idea, what to do in this life any longer...
Like the only solution that I might think was a good hard restart like in PC games.
You can't do it.
You just can't.
It seems like a bowl but not exactly the same as a cup, although very similar, it is created for two different purposes. All in this life is done for two purposes, truth and spirit. Even in view of the fact that its realities are all equal, you cannot use the others for the other.
Life is just as fundamental. But it's difficult.
Saotori inhaled, then exhaled. He looks into the sky directly, whispering:
"...To see a cloud at night, for what reason it is so hard."
Clearly, he was thinking of another theory because it was dark.
Owing to the bright atmosphere, a cloud can only reveal the most beautiful shade during the day. Basically, because of a similar theory, you can barely see it at night. The perceptibility of a cloud is limited by its present situation. Just as we are.
In all things, shouldn't we equate people's similarities with clouds like any kind of people?
"hahaha.."
At that point he understood the words inside his head as something amusing and dismissed it.
Who might take a human and a cloud the same? What am I even thinking?
Be that as it may, in the event that it permits, I might want to turn out to be a simple cloud in my next life. He thought.
In the wake of acknowledging and interesting his abnormal line of thoughts, he saw an outline of an individual, seating on the bench in a few distance. It was wearing a hood that covered a large portion of his body, with his hands inside his pockets.
Saotori thinks that its abnormal as he can feel that individual was gazing at him from an annoying ways. He squeezed his eyes for an appropriate look, however without any result, as that individual's face, resembled total endless obscurity.
"..."
He surrendered the idea of peering much further and paid it no notice any more. He extended his arms and legs indeed and considered something.
I want to die or just simply comit a suicide.
That is why I couldn't think much more or in any case more about that abnormal gaze from the man earlier. No matter if I were to be stabbed quickly now I would embrace it more as "thank you" to the man.
The reason is simple.
-Im just now tired of living.
He kept closing his eyes at that point.
At any rate, he felt a sharp pinch on his body as if fate were tuned in.
He went to guide his right hand and felt something fluid. It made him completely conscious to take a look, and was shocked and puzzled when he saw and considered his blood. He followed his eyes to where the painful sting was and saw a knife, deeply stabbed on his abdomen.
"Guh—"
He felt the unintelligible agony at that point. It was unique. He spit blood and frenziedly beat his heart.
What 's this?
No..
I don't want to die!
Fear of death was unexpectedly overpowering when he had first suspected and predicted, negating all he had previously believed.
It was only now that he felt that everything he said was just a mere joke and that he wouldn't like to die yet.
Damnit!.
Hotly searching for the attacker around, however there was nobody aside from him.
"Quit screwing around! "
"Show yourself! coward! "
He at that point saw the seat where the man was situated previously—empty.
At that point, he at long last realized something.
It must be that man!
Damnitt!
A few seconds later, he lost an excessive amount of blood and the result eventually began to show as he became abundantly worn out and sweating.
He had no other choice but to rest entirely, to conserve his energy, hoping for someone to discover him.
Whatever the case, a deep man's voice sounded from nowhere:
"This is needless..."
It looks as if his hope has been snapped in front of his face as the beginning of the realization.
The guy was the one he had previously seen on the bench, as the outline of his head eventually began to show completely to him.
In any case, the face under his hood was largely gray and hollow. Indeed, he was filled with more dread after this recognition.
"You Bastar–"
Cutting off his words, the man proceeded:
" I am just allowing you your desire, for what reason would you say you are accusing me?"
No, i dont want to die! Screw off!
It was as if the man was peering into his mind reading every thoughts he has. And he could not find the specific word to respond. Furthermore the man very quickly covered his mouth when he was absolutely prepared to voice his words.
"Shhh..."
How fuckin' the fuck?
It was like trying to shush a baby, he got furstrated and couldn't help but to cuss in his head again. You don't take a dying man into consideration? What is my mouth for?
It was totally different from those movies, about some dying man's lastwords.
At the same time he tried to resist, but his strength was only lamentable in comparison to the man's. It looked like trying to move a giant rock without the help of anyone else. Moreover, the more he wants resist, the further the blood spreads.
— So he gave up.
It was that way, everything around him, even his life, he never attempted all more genuinely and just chose to give up every time. However, what more would he be able to do now? What more is left for me to ever decide for?. He thought.
The man saw his opposition dropped, yet he didn't mind much as he took out another knife from his pocket, and slides it through Saotori's neck.
Saotori knew that his life was about to end, so he shut his eyes carefully tolerating this kind of fate.
He focuses on the key few enjoyable bits of his life at the time of his last hours.
Anyway when his wife was still alive he usually didn't live a very fun and enjoyable life, he mentioned where he even caught his wife cheating him.
Hahaha...
Maybe I'm just blaming her death for my sucker's existence.
I am pathetic, honestly.
The hooded man then slides the blade to the opposite end at last, and as a result, the blood gushes out.
He saw it happen and then as he breathes his last, his vision slowly blurts and becomes fully white.
