France, September 4th 1803
9:09 AM
Johan couldn't fathom that possibility. Actually, he didn't want to think about at all! Were all his efforts fruitless?
Johan gritted his teeth while showing sad eyes before looking down at the ground. 'This... is truly happening? Will it really end in such a pathetic way? I was the best student in the academy for this to end up like this?!' he wondered.
Johan took a deep, shaky breath before letting himself fall on the ground, and looking forward at the horizon with a melancholic expression.
'...No, it was actually expected, I guess,' Johan thought. 'I don't have any talent, at anything. It was impossible for me to bring glory to whatever the hell I wanted. It would be fruitless. I am nothing but a loser,' he kept thinking, looking at the horizon with blank eyes.
Soon, Johan sighed. 'I guess I should call it qui-'