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| Every Step that I take is just another mistake to you Breeze places his International Title onto a
glass table. He drove his fist into the metal, it not making an impact but
shattering the glass underneath it, a throbbing pain hit through his nerves,
blood trickled from his hand, looking almost black in the darkness with just
the moon’s light to bathe him. He walked out of the mansion with the last of
his bags. The moon casts its eye and encircles Breeze in it’s light, the
rain pours steadily downwards, heavily. It’s drops thundering off the
concrete. To let go is a hard thing but to succeed in truly doing it you have
to bear the brunt and accept it. A hard thing but that which is not
impossible. The huge mansion stands in front of Breeze, its foundations deep
and its peak high, making it look like Mount Everest or something bigger,
something that cannot be moved. A landmark. Breeze looks at it, the same
things in his eyes as usual, malice, pain, fear and hate. His black pupils
reflect green flames and not the house itself, Breeze closes his eyes, and
then opened them a little scared of what may lie behind them. Although
Breeze’s emotions portray only things that Lucifer himself would be proud of
this not being his fault, the mundane world being the guidance. A world of
hate, pain, malice, greed, cruelty and selfishness. The true meaning of hell
can be found in the planet Earth. To survive and do well he must live like
that. His eyes focus on the house, the end is usually the beginning and in
this case it was. The rain continued to pour onto him, his leather jacket
fending off the water, he grabbed the bag he had and threw it into his trunk
with all the rest. He shut the boot of his Ferrari and looked once at the
house, his unreadable face turning into a sneer and his face turning white
with anger, his knuckles clenched, he spat onto the ground and turned from the
large building, his eyes are the windows to the soul, and as he started the
car to look into his eyes and into his soul, there would be nothing there but
hate, no regret, no loss, no emotion leaning towards the side of pain. He
grinned and drove away from the mansion, intent on himself to never return, or
at least not until he was ready to perform the act he had wished for as long
as he could remember. He drove his Ferrari away and through the city of New
York. He did not know how long he had driven but he knew he had reached his
destination. He stepped out of the car and entered his new apartment,
luxurious and with all the gym equipment he needed. It was over for that
mansion and the accursed people in it, It was the start of something new, the
past was the past and almost all of it was forgotten, almost. Breeze started
to work out on a set of dumbbells the same throbbing hitting his arms, a
throbbing he felt empty without, he slept long that night, the comforting
sound of silence echoing bringing a grin to his face, the sound of emptiness,
the sound of emptiness Through Fire, Hell and
Brimstone there will always be light, always hope and that shall lead the way
and guide you to your destination, whatever that may be Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself Sometimes I’m in disbelief I didn’t know
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