The wind gently blew, strong enough to strike his aging body wrapped in hospital clothes.
He quietly sneaked out of the treatment room when his subordinates had no nurses or guards. After walking around the hospital grounds, he sat alone on a park bench, enjoying the morning view while breathing in the fresh air, which relaxed his body slightly.
Fine lines in the form of wrinkles adorned his face, proof of how strong we are as humans, yet we can never fight time. With each passing day, our age increases, and death draws nearer.
One of his eyes, not bandaged, stared blankly at the sky, where white clouds stretched above. The morning sunlight bathed his body, spreading a warm sensation.
