Chapter 142 Everything was shattered by what I had left Part2

I staggered along, my consciousness blurring more with each step.

The streets were deserted, save for the occasional rush of cars.

It was cold, deep into the night, but my heart felt even colder.

At some point, I couldn't hold on any longer.

I collapsed onto the icy ground, overwhelmed by exhaustion and the weight of recent days, all amplified by the alcohol in my veins.

I lay there, too weak to stand, the cold pavement beneath me.

I kept my eyes wide open, refusing to let sleep take me.

I stared up at the starry sky.

I wasn't sure if I would wake up again if I closed my eyes.

How many had drunk themselves to death on streets like these?

Was I going to be one of them?

I fought to keep my eyes open, desperate for one last look at the world, laughing and crying as memories flooded through me.

Suddenly, the sound of raucous laughter approached.

As the group came closer, I saw they were punks with brightly dyed hair.