He could feel his breath coming out heavy with each of the steps he took. Timothy sighed, stopping at one point and moved closer to lean himself against the cold surface of the wall behind. The world was gloom with the late autumn cold and sometimes such weathers were very affective in effecting his mood. Like now -- he was feeling heavy all over and his heart starting to beat rather ir-rhythmically and he knew sooner or later the grieving feeling would pound on his chest, and worst part it -- there wasn't any reason to why he felt it, the feeling came and go as it please.
For a moment, he stood by the side, eyes trained down on the ground, his eyes clouded with void and nothingness. He could feel himself wanting to cry -- and that too without any solid purposes. He wasn't upset and there wasn't any subject that would make him feeling in such a state. He felt it because he let those voices and whispering penetrating his mind letting them control him. And sniffling about, he could feel his eyes began to water.
Maybe his medications were wearing off, maybe he was starting to have resistance building up against such drugs and they no longer were effective on him. Timothy brought his thumb swiping droplets of tears off his eyes. He shouldn't feel sad especially if he couldn't explain why was he downing himself in such feeling. Exhaling a long breath out, he picked his tall figure from the cold comforts of the wall, pacing forth to set on his journey back home -- only to walk into a person, quickly having his hands grabbing by both shoulders of the latter - catching them before they could fall. "I-I-I .. I-'m sorry, I didn't mean too -- "
