The fragile man laid back on the makeshift bed he had made for himself in his small den, looking around the tiny crevace as he struggled to get air. He was finally out of medication, and being trapped down here in aperture, he could not get more. This was it, wasn't it? He knew that this day would come.. He had been preparing for it his entire life.. But he never realized how scary it would be when it actually came time to go.. Taking in another labored breath, he swallowed dryly, his throat like sandpaper. Remembering everything he had done, he decided he had had a good enough run.. There were things he would have changed, of course, but.. He could't say he would change the fact that he found aperture. If it weren't for this awful place, he wouldn't have met some of the people that he had.. He was really going to miss them. With another painful breath, he looked up, smiling a bit as tears rolled down his face. He saw the paintings on the wall, and they comforted him as he closed his eyes. ((Bye, guys. It's been really fun. But, I just don't have the inspiration for this character anymore.. The only three people that really rp'd with me are gone.. And I need to move on. Thanks for being so great.. You can still find me over at turbuggy.tumblr.com .. I'll miss you.))
