on the terrace of a nearly run down building with wet walls and peeling paints, a maybe late 40s year old man is sitting on his equally almost decapitated wheelchair, his wrinkles making him look twenty years older, an handicap reminensing his wasted wanted future as a deep sea award winning diver, something he would never get due to his destroyed paralyzed thigh and a ruined arm.
he sighed, even though he hated his current situation, he never truly regretted what he did that created this insidious situation, rather he loved he did it for the people in need who never truly got their relief even through his sacrifices.
he scrowl, even if it isn't obvious what his face is doing, he shook his head hating how his thoughts were drifting, he looked to the almost setting sun with suffocating thoughts nearly knocking the breath out of him taking his sanity and also draining something..."maybe it's time..." he muttered as he slowly closed his eyes

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