Kuto

Kuto’s life no. 7

Kuto had always been a melancholy person. Even as a child, he had never been able to enjoy the simple things in life like his friends did. Instead, he was always aware of the darkness that lurked just beyond the light. It was this awareness that led him to move to Uruguay, far away from the brightness of his homeland.

Now, Kuto walked through the streets of Montevideo with his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone he passed. He knew they could see it in his eyes – the sadness that consumed him. He was a walking ghost, barely alive and barely holding on.

Tonight, Kuto had decided enough was enough. He couldn't keep living like this – in constant pain and misery. So he walked to the tallest building in Montevideo and stepped out onto the ledge, looking down at the busy street below him.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, ready to end it all... when suddenly he felt someone grab onto him from behind! Startled, Kuto tried to pull away but whoever was holding onto him was too strong..
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