The sun hung high in the sky, its glory almost completely covered by clouds. The atmosphere was gloomy, as if foretelling what was to come.
Cole could be seen trudging with his head bent downward in what appeared to be the slums.
He moved with heavy steps like he was carrying the weight of the world.
"I really need hope. Something to change my situation," Cole thought as he continued his journey back home.
Keeping his head low had been a trait he picked up from living in the slums for so long.
Seeing what you aren't supposed to have killed more people than hunger.
Though it had always been keeping him safe, this time it was the beginning of his misery.
Bam!.
Cole suddenly collided with someone in front of him. Usually he was always attentive while walking, but today, he was at his last straw.
Almost about to give up. Leaving him lost in thought.
"I am sorry, I am sorry," Cole hurriedly apologized to the man in front of him while still on the ground.
