Aries continued walking home from the museum. Listening to the whirling of the wind caused by the cars flashing by, the voice of the people having dinner on the street, or people angry at something. People who felt sadness, people who felt nothingness. He simply felt blank. As he walked, he didn't feel complete, like he wasn't human in a way. Like a part of him was always missing. He always had that feeling. But he could never in a way formulate a solution. And he continued walking, and walking, and walking. Until he came face to face with a man. He appeared old, dressed in a beggars robes.
"Hello…young man…spare some change….?"
Aries reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare quarters and dropped them into the man's hand.
"Hm…very interesting. Young man."
The old man pulled off his hood. He had an eyepatch on one eye, and an odd glowing purple eye in the other. Suddenly he felt not familiarity, but fear. His body was screaming at him to run but he couldn't. All because of some old man standing in front of him.
"Did you think you could run forever, Si—"
Aries finally willed his body to move and started sprinting down the street, occasionally looking behind him to see if the old man followed until he was eventually out of sight.
"Shit, what the fuck was that feeling…"
He arrived at his small little shack of a house and settled down into his sleeping bag on the floor. Drifting off.