EbonHawk7x

He ran his boney fingers through his spider-silk hair as a shallow breath escaped his paper lips. Today he would take his turn in undergoing a six hundred-thousand dollar heart transplant. Many would question his motifs, after all at ninety-three many would expect him to accept the common consequence of living. When confronted by such persons this man would simply adjust his glasses and continue on his way. Some would question his clarity in instances other than those regarding vision. Today this man would lie upon a bed for what would seem an eternity while awaiting the conclusion of others endeavors. Today he would recognize the feelings...