He sat by himself in a hard, wooden chair. As he stared at a fire that was slowly fading, he felt inexplicably depressed. He took a large drink from the bottle of wine that sat beside him. He looked back to the fireplace he sat in front of.
How lively...how carefree... he thought, watching the bright red fire dance through the night.
Why can't I be the same... He took another gulp of wine. He knew he was drinking too much, but he didn't care. Nothing really mattered anymore. The fire faded into nothingness. He took one last drink before falling asleep, never to wake up again.
Night Kill: Kuroaitou (Rookie/Rising Star)
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