Whispers between leaves filled the air, whispers and mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their long, lonely years.
A figure, wrapped up in a warm coat was smelling the sweet air that was all around them. Even in a dazed-like state they were in, they could almost see the wind, seemingly moving everything slightly, like it was in control over the whole earth.
For a moment, they let their eyes rest, feeling the ambiance of the street, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting their mind be still.
The bitter taste of alcohol is not enough to drown out the tearing up of their heart.
Climbing onto the top of the low wall surrounding the balcony a few stories high, they carelessly knocked down empty cans of beer. Some falling over the edge, the noise of the cans destiny reaching the ears of the figure.
"I need you to check up on (Y/N) for me."