There's gun laying on the floor near his dirty hand, he is laying on the floor just below the window, through which a silence of the night was coming in. It isn't a murder scenario, just a drunk man laying on the floor with a pistol near him. His face was like the wooden floor he was laying, full of scratches and wrinkles. There's no one else in this house to wake this man from the floor.

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His hands are moving now, going towards the bottle which was on the floor on his other side. It's empty, he takes it and makes it as a support to stand up, but he couldn't. He crawled backwards and reached near the wall just below the window. Now he is sitting with the support of the wall.

An unmarried man at his 40's, but by the appearance, he is too old. It's the life he never wanted to have, he himself forced back from marriage to live without responsibilities, he never wanted to live as a common stupid man. But what he now is a common drunkard, who is just waiting for death.

Then his eyes lock upon the pistol which was laying on the floor,

"Please Kill Me...
I don't have the gut, I don't wanna live like a dog all this life."

He's weeping now, tears flowing through his cheeks, he wasn't wearing any shirt, so the floor made some prints in his hand. He is looking at it, he can't find anything that gives hope.

After sitting on the floor for a few minutes, he stood up. He's shaking a bit, but his mind was strong as he had something in his mind. First, he took the pistol and connected with his belt, it wasn't one to hold the gun but he made it that way. Then He walked towards the shelf and took another bottle of alcohol and wore a shirt which was on the floor. The room is dark, only the ones who know the room really well could walk in that darkness.

When he opened the front door, some yellow light reflected in his eyes. He couldn't stand with that. He loves darkness than these lights, anyway, he got out of the house. He looked at the car which was on the porch, he smiled at it and then walked towards the road.

Now he's walking alone on the road with a bottle, he's walking fast. It is not a walk without an aim, there was something in his mind. After walking for about half an hour he's in front of an old house. It's big but old, he walked towards the left side of the house as he knew everything about this house.

Then he stopped near a window, the window meant something for him he looked at it for a few minutes. Then he knocked on it, it was in a specific rhythm, as it was kind of a secret code. He waited he knew that his secret code is under processing.

Then the window opened, it was the fragrance of pure jasmine that came out of that window.

"What now?, I have told you to never ever come back" it was a lady's soft voice.

"I'm leaving town, I just stopped by to say a goodbye" and he walked away.

"Wait... What?" She was confused.

He was gone, he didn't even stand for more of a second. Those shiny little eyes looked at him walking away.