Sad old man, all alone.
Lives in a lighthouse, by himself.
The only people who cared about him long dead, or they left because they just couldn't sit by and watch him turn to stone.
Unable to make new friends, because he's so detatched. Everyone important to him slips through his fingers.
Long since gave up all his hobbies, as they don't bring him any joy anymore. He just stares at the sea all day and night, waiting for his time to come. Waiting to pass from this life to the next.
Reflecting on every mistake he made, every person he lost.
Death took from him what his coldness couldn't, yet it wouldn't grant him the same glory.
Older than he should've ever been, seemingly alone forever.
Not a cruel person, very kind by nature. Just detatched.
Unable, or unwilling, even, to find comfort in the company of others.
It's possible even his most intimate, most sacred friend, whom claimed to stay by his side forever, had left. Someone only he and a few others knew about.
How did it get this way.. what happened to him.
Too much pain, too much suffering, too much misery and angst.
Mind just couldn't take it anymore.
He learned to emulate happiness as best he could, but he's completely unable to feel anything anymore. He just sits and watches the sea, waiting for death.
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