He waited until midnight. The air was chilly but the whiskey bottle kept him warm.
He thought of all the things that he wanted to say but could not. They will always remain unsaid.
He had no clue. Death was just as strange as life. More aligned to love and love could only bring death.
That much was clear to him.
He threw the glass over the terrace. Life is as misleading as a rattle snake to an infant.
But all that will change now.
Or so he thought