* Hi guys ! I apologise in advance for any mistakes that i might have made, english isn't my native langage !
I'm doing this story as a practice for my studies, both for improving my writing and my English :)
I hope you'll like it, don't hesitate to tell me what you think of it and to mention me any errors you see !
I, of course, do not own the characters or the serie or anything else
His hands were shaking uncontrollably. He was trying, really, to make them stop, but they just wouldn't obey.
The weather does was cold, and he certainly wasn't covered enough. And yeah, maybe he had skipped meal this lunch and this morning and maybe even the night before, he didn't really remembered if he had taken the time to eat anything before crashing on his couch. And he do was tired – no more than that, he was utterly exhausted. So maybe he should not be this surprised that his body was rebelling against him in some way. But really, shaky hands? Combined with his bloodshot eyes and zombie-like demeanour, people must think he was a junkie in need.
He needed sleep. He needed sleep so much. He was feeling like if he was going to faint at every moment. Every step he took was making more and more breathless and the world was starting to spin around him.
He had to continue walking. He was not going to faint. He was better than that, he was stronger than that. He was not going to admit he was feeling light-headed in public. He was not going to show his weakness. He was a soldier, he was a cop. He was better than this. He had to keep walking.
Just a few more step and then he could just get in his car and regain his breath that was taken away a little bit more every new second.
Black dots were starting to cover his vision, and all the colors from the world seemed to have faded around him, leaving him in an all greyish streets. He had to keep walking. One step at a time.
Finally, he arrived to his car. His hand now shaking like if he had a jackhammer in them, he desperately tried to fit his keys in the lock, and when finally he succeeds, he lets himself fall on the seat, and closed the door.
And then Jay welcomed the darkness with open arms, letting go the last bit of energy he still had.