Continued~

The handle to his door began to jiggle. Rather subtle at first but as the party on the other side were becoming aware that it was not going to turn, it began to shake much more violently. There became an outcry as and the damned people, of whom he wished would leave him to his peace, began pounding savagely on his door. They were blubbering out cries and lamentations but he was much too complacent to hear any of it.

There was a warmth in the room. It was a kind he had only felt once before but under severely different circumstances. He had felt petrified, confused, and completely alone. He felt he was breathing his very last few breathes. That’s all it has ever meant to him since.

Until now; this very moment. He was still scared, as he expected to be, he was still morbidly confused, and he was still alone. But, more than anything, he was content.

The pounding and the cries slowly merged with the pounding of his own heart, restless in his ears, as the warmth became greater. The beautiful smell was starting to become much too overpowering and he could feel himself losing touch with his senses. Until, all he could do was inhale one more time before slipping into sweet darkness.

The fastidious smell of smoke coursing through his every limb.