Wind (4)

Leaving the apartment, Jin felt the cold night wind brush against his face, it helped him to clear his mind. The pain was still present, albeit in a much less distracting way.

"You can't give up now, you simply can't," he repeated the same line frantically while gazing into the star-filled, night.

The sky was filled with stars, shining brightly overhead. There were too many to count, and Jin's emerald green eyes were lost in them as he grabbed the iron railing to support himself.

He wore his usual black leather gloves, something he never left the apartment without.

"What I would give to visit another planet, leave this shitty city all behind." wondered Jin as he gazed at the other parts of the Tenth District, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

He was high up, granting him a view of a large portion of the district.