He didn't feel alive... and really, a part of him didn't believe he was alive anymore
His body was screaming at him to just let go and fall asleep, an eternal sleep. Each step he took was like being stabbed by a hundred knives. He limped, almost falling each time he moved forward.
He would have never believed he would get in such a state... it was a wake-up call. He wasn't nearly as strong as he thought he was.
His vision was blurry, to the point that he could barely see where he was going without Eden.
It was safe to say... that he had gone way above his limit, but really just couldn't control his emotions; they were too much. He didn't even know what to feel at the moment, now that the anger was gone.
What was he supposed to feel, to think, and to do?
It felt as if whatever he did was always going to backfire; nothing worked. No matter what it was, he always failed.
