Ukko
For here I come to kill the rotten heart.
Everything about this situation bothered him.
Not only the noisy people around him but also the smell, the lights, the stuffed air.
He hated it.
Still he was here.
He stood at the subways platform, suppressing the urge to grimace in disgust.
This nauseating , rotten smell.
"Let me die, let me die.", he repeated over and over in his head.
Then the subway came.
With immense headache he got on the subway, knowing that the noise would only get heavier.
His only comfort was the cold glass of the window and the darkness before it.
Not only the noisy people around him but also the smell, the lights, the stuffed air.
He hated it.
Still he was here.
He stood at the subways platform, suppressing the urge to grimace in disgust.
This nauseating , rotten smell.
"Let me die, let me die.", he repeated over and over in his head.
Then the subway came.
With immense headache he got on the subway, knowing that the noise would only get heavier.
His only comfort was the cold glass of the window and the darkness before it.
