Apathy explodes through his fingertips as music and static resonate around him.
He can see his breath and he doesn’t want to.
He just wants to be done. Finished. Released.
He has to, or else he’ll collapse again–wasting away like always.
He doesn’t want that.
He can’t afford that.
In the pressing, he can feel himself start to crumb–Not this time.
Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick
…BOOM.