Pseudo Bunny

The clock ticks. Every second goes by with blank thoughts. The red chair feels so warm and comfortable now. Flash backs of memories were barely there. Just thoughts of how he got into this situation. Where did he go wrong? What have he done in the past to deserve all this but little did he know, that innocence he thought he possessed was all a blatant lie. He survived on ignorance and selfishness. Specks of lights were slowly fading away. The sun was setting and he knew his time was fading away with it. The smell of the humid room was nauseating. He gasped for breath trying to get as much oxygen as he could. The view of the room was nothing but darkness. Darkness haunts him from time to time as he dozed off. The thought of not being able to see his girlfriend was the only thing that kept him alive and that was the last thought he had. It has been years since the incident and no one really knows what happened to him except for his girlfriend then now someone's wife who is now happily married with a baby boy. That night flashed back now and then. His death was the best feeling ever to her. He deserved every little bit of that suffering and now she is content with how it ended and now she survived on his misery and death and she is very much content with it.