[ WP ] It was a gorgeous early summer day . The sun was shining brightly , the birds were singing , and there was a warm gentle breeze .

It was a gorgeous early summer day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and there was a warm gentle breeze. Timothy lay in the grass, his phone buzzing in his pocket, thoughts going through his mind and a six inch piece of metal from his Hyundai hatchback protruding from his shoulder. 
 
 
 The blood smelled strongly of his father's metal workshop, a place he spent crafting metal roses for his lovers, a place of blood sweat and tears. It was his sanctuary from school, a place like no other. The warmth spread from the blood, carrying with it the first time he made a mistake in the workshop. 
 
 
 A sting of fire made the world seem cold, his body fragile. That damp feeling of sudden pain jolted him. Laying in the field, he did n't hear the ambulances, the sirens. The sobbing of the driver who had hit him. 
 
 
 He only heard the breeze in the trees, only saw the clouds trudge through the sky to make it across the world. His body, closing the lid on a book, fell into a deep slumber. Closing his eyes, he felt truly, at peace. 
 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and there was a warm gentle breeze.
