'Fuck my life. Fuck everyone. Fuck everything. Just fucking kill me at this point, God. Gods. Whoever wants me dead because of Heinz just—'
Life was shit.
Everything was shit.
There were countless curse words rattling inside his skull, but none of them even came close to expressing how done he felt.
His head throbbed like it was splitting open, a dull ache spreading behind his eyes until all he could think was fuck and shit on an endless loop.
Because everything—everything—was a fucking pile of shit.
'Why did I have to end up in this situation? Why me? Why— Why was all I doing proofreading that stupid story I never even wanted to get dragged into—'
"Y-Your… Highness?"
A soft, hesitant voice cut through the chaos.
Florian blinked, the words registering slowly.
"…Are you… why have you been… lying on the ground?"
He shifted his gaze toward the source.
Of course.
Cashew stood a few steps away, hands clutched together, eyes wide with worry.
