He’s walking on a snowy day to get help, almost giving in. His car was destroyed in an accident. The streets are empty—no one is here at this hour. His footsteps are random, his body is trembling, his eyes feel like pieces of ice. He can’t see anymore. He just wants to get back home. The cold is killing him slowly. He is beyond the pain.
Tell me, Winter—is this how you want me to suffer?
I think my lifetime ends in these moments.
Could you please be soulful in my last breaths?
My soul is bleeding as it rises to the sky.
His body lay on the ground, rotting for three days straight.