The Last Moments

The last twenty-four hours had felt strange for Gary, stranger than anything he'd gone through before.

Time felt like it was slipping between his fingers. Moving too fast, as if moments were blurring past him before he could catch his breath. And yet, at the very same time, everything felt slow, unbearably so. Every second dragged on, heavy and suffocating, like he was stuck watching a ticking clock before something inevitable.

It was a surreal experience, a conflicting sense of urgency and helplessness. The weight of the situation wasn’t affecting him physically, not yet, but mentally? It was eating away at him from the inside.

To clear his head and get a better sense of the situation, Gary had gone to the highest point in Slough, a hotel located in Cipen. He now stood on the rooftop, overlooking the city below. The cold breeze swept through the open air, ruffling his hair, but he hardly noticed.

He wasn’t alone.