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[wxnbin]

The day seemed as if it had yet to begin as the Fable trudged down the street in total solitary. With a tilt of his head, the Fable blows the grey smoke out from his lungs and finally out through his mouth. It had been a long travel, his messy hair being the evidence of it. Flicking off some ash from the cigarette, and down to the ground, he hoisted his bag further up on his shoulder.

But perhaps it was time to turn back.

His steps echoed on the concrete as he continued his way down the road. No matter where he went life would still continue, the dreadful memories coming along.

Time to go back to the harsh reality.

A sigh escaped his lips as his steps came to a halt.

Oh what a fate indeed.

[wxnbin]

It might have been the rain drumming against the window of the shop, or possibly the lack of sleep, that caused the fable to somehow doze off. Positioned as customary behind the large wooden counter it seemed no one would ever come and disturb his small rest. Especially with the rain itself acting like a repellant for the people rushing outside the window, hidden under umbrellas as far as the eye could see. But that did not disturb the dark haired man who seemed to have no intention to wake up just yet.