Nexa’s Sleep
The air directly hit his face, dragging with it the untrimmed strands of hair and his bushy beard. His lips were dry, a few fresh cuts let out sour blood on the tip of his tongue.
'What a day.' He let out a deep sigh, his words lost in the nothingness of the night. Taking a look inside the train's car, he noticed he was alone except for a homeless man and a child sleeping on the floor.
'At least he has someone to care for.' He pitied himself, looking at the two men with eyes full of grief. His mind travelled back to the night when the earthquake annihilated his home, along with his entire family. How he survived in the mess, is still a miracle.
That was 3 years ago, he has reached far from that now. Or so he likes to think so.
His family didn't haunt him anymore, they're nothing more than a bad dream. A bad dream that he's...