He just kind of stood there like he was waiting for something to happen but nothing ever did. Hours passed but he thought it had just been a couple of minutes. Flames started to dance behind his eyes as the sun started to set and he started walking towards it, as if it made it feel more lively. The rich, autumn colours fell from trees creating a thick path of leaves. Walking by strangers, he flashed a quick, fake smile that was too forced to be anything but artificial.
Daniel sat on a tree trunk overlooking the river, got out a pen and paper and began writing. He closed his eyes and felt nature sweep against his skin. The softness of the wind touched his cheeks. He wrote four painful words down.
I want to die.