Cold.
It is so cold.
Everywhere is cold. In people’s eyes, hearts, the air, and outside in the rain.
He doesn’t like the cold. He hates it with vigor and rage. But it doesn’t matter that much. He’s a nobody. He knows this and he has come to terms with it. It hurts but only barely. After living for an agonizing two hundred years, you eventually have to forget and get used to it.
He catches a bu...