swirling the drain

He lay there in wait. All limbs shattered by one stupid mistake. Possibly not as stupid as nearly starting a war between his family and that shrimp’s family, but that didn’t matter now either. How could his life be so dull and dismal?

His girlfriend had disappeared in a tragic accident, he had no clue where she actually was or if she was alive. His shot at the Heir title beneath his mother had dissipated into nothing. No more Habari and he didn’t even know where most of his family was either. Insomnia was a bleak chance at possibly thriving, but he had no clue if Medusa would show him pity. Maybe… he should hope for death.

A slow, painful, agonizing death that would bring him relief from all that had happened. No more reason to live, right? Closing his eyes, Ghoul let out a shallow breath.

Death probably wouldn’t pity him anyway.