The End

The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, and the sky turned dark. The city lights illuminated the night, making it almost as bright as day. Max sat at his cluttered desk in his cramped office on the seventh floor of the building, rubbing his tired eyes as he stared at the glowing computer screen. The clock on the wall ticked ominously, reminding him that it was well past midnight

Max slumped back in his chair, his eyes heavy with fatigue. "I swear, this job is going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.

His coworker chuckled. "Don't worry, Max, you'll get through it. Just keep chugging along like a good little office drone."

Max shot him a withering look. "Oh great, just what I needed - more encouragement to be a mindless automaton."

Just then, his computer pinged with a message from his manager. "What now?" Max grumbled as he read the message.

It was from his manager. "Max, I need you to have that report ready for tomorrow's meeting. Can you stay a bit longer tonight?"

"Oh, of course, more work. Because I don't have enough on my plate already."

His coworker clapped him on the shoulder sympathetically. "Hang in there, man. The weekend is just around the corner."

Max snorted. "Weekend? What weekend? I'll probably be working through it, too." He paused for a moment, then added with a wry grin, "Maybe I'll just start living here in the office. At least then I won't have to worry about the commute."

Max grumbled to himself, but he knew he had to finish the report. "Sure, no problem," he typed back"

After finishing up his work Max stepped out of the office building and was hit by a wave of noise and energy. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the roar of traffic and the distant thump of bass from the clubs.

He looked around at the sea of people on the street. Some were dressed in suits, hurrying home after a long day's work, while others were in more casual clothes, clearly headed out to enjoy the start of the weekend. Couples walked hand in hand, while groups of friends chatted and laughed together.

Max felt a pang of envy as he watched them. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone out and enjoyed himself on a Friday night. It seemed like all he did these days was work, work, work.

Max had had enough of the crowds and the noise of the city. He longed for some peace and quiet, but he also knew he had to catch his train. So, he made a bold decision to take a shortcut through a dark alley.

As Max walked towards the alley, he put on his favorite leather jacket and pushed back his tousled hair. Max knew he looked cool and edgy, but he didn't care about that. All he wanted was to get home and get some rest.

As Max entered the alley, Max took a deep breath and started climbing the wall like a pro. He had done this many times before, and he knew the ins and outs of every nook and cranny. Max made it to the top of the wall and looked down at the other side. With a quick leap, he landed perfectly on his feet, like a superhero.

After fixing his clothes, he strutted down the alley, He let out a little chuckle as he passed by a group of stray cats.

After exiting the alley, Max felt the cool night air wash over him, offering a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere of his office. He walked briskly, his mind still racing with thoughts of the long day he had just endured.

Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the air, jolting Max out of his thoughts. He quickly turned towards the sound and saw a man with his face covered running away with a woman's handbag. The man was being chased by the police, but he suddenly changed course and started running straight towards Max.

Max's heart raced as he stood frozen, unsure of what to do. The masked man was closing in fast, and Max could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Just as the man was about to run into him, he pushed Max onto the road, right as a speeding truck was passing by.

The sound of screeching tires echoed in Max's ears. He hit the hard asphalt, feeling the excruciating pain as bones shattered and internal organs ruptured. Blood pooled around him, spreading like a crimson stain across the road. The sight was too much for some of the onlookers, who recoiled and vomited in shock.

The driver of the truck stumbled out of the vehicle, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief at the carnage he had caused. He could see Max's lifeless body, broken and motionless, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to help.

As the world around him began to fade, Max's thoughts turned to the life he had He couldn't believe it was all ending like this. He had so much left to do, so much left to accomplish. He thought of his family, his friends, and all the people he cared about. He wanted to say goodbye, to tell them how much he loved them, but he couldn't even form the words.

"I can't die like this," he thought to himself. "There has to be a way out of this. I can't just end here, in the middle of the road, like some forgotten piece of trash."

But even as he thought these things, he could feel his life slipping away. The pain was becoming more intense, and his vision was growing hazy. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the darkness overtook him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry for everything. I wish I had done more. I wish I had lived more. I wish...I wish..."

And with that, Max's thoughts trailed off as his body went still, his final words lost to the wind