Ones last breath [Cass] Blitz

Life doesn’t have a point, honest to god, what is the point in waking up every morning to working, eating and sleeping. Who wants to continue that stupid cycle, that no matter how many times you repeat it ends the same way? Well I don’t want to and yet I continuously find myself repeating the never ending cycle. The boredom is killing me, but I have no say. You would think I peacekeeper would at least get some say in their own life, but they don’t they never do. I hate it. God damn I hate it so fucking much. The ground is rough underfoot and I almost trip as it dips. I let out a startled grunt, but I catch my footing before I get too far. I scowl seems plastered onto my face. I was really pissed. My stupid fag of a boss was insisting that I stay in s district that smelled like shit. Every time you took a deep breath you got a whiff of disgusting seaweed, and when at last you thought a cool breeze was going to save you got a face full of air that smelled like seaweed.

I hated the ocean. I hated life. There was nothing to it. Life was dull and boring; this district was dull and boring. No wonder why these people always looked sour, no wonder why they were always complaining, they lived beside a festering ocean. Eww. My feet bring me to the ocean and I scowl with distaste as I face full of air hits me. I hated it. I hated it all. I hated life. But it was my job and I kept walking. Then suddenly I stop movement catching my eyes. I spin my head to see a girl walking into the water.