WINDOW TO THE SOUL

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: WINDOW TO THE SOUL. LUCIAN'S POV The driver still had his window wound down, the gust of air rushing through should be enough to warn him to close them but I guess some people are not instinctive enough to know these signs, I guess some people are just too stuck in their own reality to hear the soft gust of the universe warning them, too stupid to care, their heads are too far up their asses to know when they are being ambushed, to understand the scintillating scent of evil, the loud breeze of its arrival. I savored the scent of his humanity, humans they are the easiest to fall because they are the least in touch with their inner self, the least connected to the unknown. I shook my head a bit, mourning the fact that he would soon be nothing but dust. I wondered if he had family that would miss him, a daughter that he cherish, I wondered if his existence will be missed then I reminded myself not to think about these facts, to just do what has to be done and leave.