John was standing on the balcony of an abandoned building. It was cold, it was raining heavily, but that didn't stop him, he wanted to escape from everyone, no matter where. Johnny had a cigarette clenched between his fingers, he had given up smoking a long time ago, but now was a special occasion, he needed to breathe something into his lungs besides the street air.

He was thinking about why he had survived. A bullet to the temple was supposed to take his life, but he's here. The doctors told him that his brain was damaged, that he would no longer be able to walk and talk, but he walks and talks, so why does he feel so useless? John lived by his business, the army, service, duty, but now he is not being taken back under any pretext, there is a mark 'unfit' in his file. He lost his sense of existence after that day. The Scotsman heard someone approach him from behind and smelled your familiar perfume.

"Ye always know where i am..." John muttered, not daring to turn around so as not to show his emotions.