I started wandering through the street with no clear destination. I was just dragging my feet around while my head was still drowning in fog. The scene of Adam and Diana turning into pieces kept haunting me no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Every time I closed my eyes for even a single moment, their image came back again.
The past weeks were extremely packed. I went through a lot in those few days. A lot... more than any normal person could possibly endure.
And I am not even sure if what is left of me can handle going through this endless swirl of crap that never stops.
I am tired. I just want to lie down and disappear from the world for a while or honestly forever. But no, of course not. Rest is a luxury that does not belong to people like me unfortunately. There is still a mountain of things waiting for me, all of them staring at me like they are saying go on hero when exactly is it my turn?
