Mephiles was sitting on the edge of a building.
The wind was harsh, the air was crisp.
Streaks of pink and gold flecked the dark navy sky. The sun barely peeked over the mountains.
Who am I?
Nobody.
Mephiles stood, leaning slightly into the wind. He was breathing slowly as his dark blue hair was blown, combed by the cold, sharp wind.
i am a tool.
An experiment.
I am nothing.
Mephiles was shaking. A single tear rolled down his mouthless face.
I am NOBODY.
He started to give way to gravity, tipping slowly to the busying street below.
I AM NOBODY!
His red eyes streamed with tears, burning his eyes.
He fell.
As he fell, the world grew dim. Black and white.
NO!
Mephiles fell to the street, unharmed. He watched through invisible eyes. He had sunken to the ground, a dark embodiement of nothing. A ghost.
He was a shadow.
In his mind, he cursed. Cars ran him over, oblivious.
His only wish was to die. But he couldn't die, he had no soul.
Curse me.