Pressure! [Scrap]

[Eshu]

It on a harsh, winter day that the man once known as Thebe Hozuki, would die. The story of his death is least but entertaining, and is in fact, frightening, and repulsive in a way. He sat, thinking about his life. Contemplating all that he had done wrong, and all that he had done right. The world was thrown into turmoil over religion - a peculiar ideal to Thebe. He never had anyone to believe in. Not himself, not any friends, definitely not a deity. If he had faith in something or someone, then maybe he would have never been sitting down in the backroom of his apartment considering how to off himself after the contemplation of how shitty his life was. Damn, what a sad life he had. It was time for it to end. Thebe got up from his bed, to go to his small kitchen to grab a set of matches. After grabbing the set of matches he took a deep sigh, as he stood in front of his oven. Previously, he placed all of the ten explosive tags he had around several places in his apartment. Some of them were located on the door, others in the kitchen itself, and some in his room. Taking a match from the box and swiping it against the striker, a flame was quickly ignited. Thebe took one last deep breath before tossing the lit match at one of the tags he placed in the kitch. BOOOOM! And it was all over ...

R.I.P. Thebe Hozuki, aka Kochma, aka Mr.stealyogurl

[☆ F ☆]

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