Tossing and turning in his bed, even with the buzzing alarm clock near him. The watch on his wrist blinked red, unable to attract his attention.
He turned on his bed once more, ignoring what was the hundredth help call he heard.
Amplified hearing was a pain in the ass sometimes.
He sat up, taking a look at the clock in the bedside table. It showed half past two. The bright light shining through the window made him realize it was afternoon.
He got up, quickly going through his morning routine of push-ups, pull-ups and squats.
He drank some mouthwash, hoping that it would clear up his morning breath.
Walking out from his home to the balcony, he stared out into the beautiful sun, so bright and powerful. His rays seemed to fill him with warmth, something that he needed desperately. The floors below, seemed to taunt him.
A lot of memories flashed through him... Memories he never knew could have stayed on for so long.
It ended... Pausing at the picture of a young woman... A vibrant young woman, smiling, laughing at something.
And suddenly, he was pushed away from that memory by something powerful. A force too strong, that even he couldn't resist it.
Enraged by sorrow and feelings unknown, he jumped from the balcony.
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