He’d been driving for hours. He was tired. Not tired of driving, but tired of living. Time was meaningless. He’d outlived everyone who he loved. The sunset was bright and violent. A tear drifted down his cheek as he remembered everything he led dear to him, but he didn’t hold onto tight enough. His own existence became nothing but a tumor to others. He lost everything while he tried to gain it all. His life was nothing but a carcass, a carcass that was being torn apart by vultures. He is a burden to himself and everything around himself, yet he had refused to believe it. He saw headlights of a truck. He gets out his car, wiping away his single tear.