He pressed it without thinking, desperate to escape the crushing loss.
His thumb trembled. He had tasted glory, devoured by loneliness. He had known love, wrecked by loss. He had cherished home, smothered by repetition. What could peace possibly be? Nothingness? A white room? Oblivion? milan cheek life selector
He pressed the button.
He laughed. A gimmick. But as a late rent notice fluttered from his pocket, his thumb, almost of its own accord, traced the compass to . He pressed it without thinking, desperate to escape
But something had shifted.