"Yes...very soon..."
But the one these words were meant for couldn't hear him. As he said that he placed her head gently on the ground. After a few seconds, Nicolas got up, placing his sights on the car's driver a few meters away.
Inside the old car, the airbags probably weren't working and the driver seemed to be in a terrible state. His whole face was covered in blood and so were his short hair.
As Nicolas got closer with steady steps he realized that the man's nose was so awfully broken that he could see its bone protrude through the skin. His facial features were indiscernible under the blood and his head was lowered in an unnatural position.
He stopped right in front of the driver's window and looked inside. There was no one in the car besides the bloodied man. On the co-driver's seat he noticed a broken phone whose screen had now partially shattered. A few of its intact parts were showing an image.
At that moment he displayed an angry expression. His eyes wide open were looking at the man from above with an indescribable coldness. His face was slightly red and his teeth, that were visible, were clenched so tightly that one could easily see that there was blood on them.
"This... fucking bastard...was on his phone!!!?"
Nicolas snapped. He punched right through the cracked window and grabbed the man's neck. Nicolas, turned the head towards him to check his breathing. After hearing for a second he concluded that the man wasn't breathing and had died shortly after his crash at the building.
Following that, he slammed the driver's face at the steering wheel with force a couple of times. The honking sounds reverberated throughout the surrounding blocks as if they were in symphony with the alarm sounds of the car, which had begun as soon as the collision happened.
After a few seconds of doing that atrocity, he took another look at his girlfriend's dead body. His expression was now completely relaxed, at an extreme degree, as if nothing had happened in the last few minutes.
He then began walking again away from the scene with slow steps. There was no one else nearby to see him or the accident that had taken place. Even though it was the middle of the day, the square and the surrounding blocks were pretty far away from any highways and commercial streets. It was normal for there to not be a single person nearby.
Below the hot sun, the boy looked like a butcher that had slaughtered countless animals. His hands were dripping blood, his face and hair had drops of blood here and there. His black t-shirt was also covered in blood, but due to its color it was hardly visible.
The boy had already decided what he would do next. He would...end his life.
*
In Greece things are very simple. There are countless people that have guns in their homes and even more carry them around, especially in the center of the city such as the areas of Piraeus and Omonoia.
It isn't that hard to get a knife from a supermarket and threaten someone who's high.
With that thought in mind, Nicolas went to the nearest bus stop and waited for five minutes before a bus arrived. He got in from the second door on the side, away from the watchfull eyes of the bus driver. Usually there is no one to check if he has a ticket except for the peak hours, from seven to ten in the morning and from four to seven in the afternoon.
During all this time no one had payed any attention to the bloodied t-shirt and hands of his or the few drops of blood on his face. That was until now. A man sitting by the door saw him and immediately avoided the boy's wide open, blue-gray eyes that looked like those of a killer and got out of the bus without any hesitation. He had mistaken him for a murderer.
As he got on the bus Nicolas realized there was no one else inside but the driver and an old lady chatting at the front. He sat down a seat away from the door and awaited patiently until he arrived at his destination, Omonoia.
*
The way to Omonoia was relatively quiet... except for a woman that saw Nicolas and screamed in panic but fortunately the driver found nothing unusual at a single glance. The woman then got off the bus and screamed repeatedly many times.
"Police!!! Police!!! Help me!!!"
The driver thought that she had gone nuts from the heat and continued his course, finally arriving at Nicolas' destination.
Now all he had to do was find a supermarket and get a kitchen knife. After searching for ten minutes he eventually found one. Right now, he had to wash away the blood from his face and hands and enter like a regular customer buying a few things to cook himself lunch or dinner.
He found a dirty public restroom a hundred meters away and walked there with relaxed steps at the side of the road. He didn't care if he was seen drenched in blood, so he didn't even hide his hands and head covered in it.
Following that, he washed himself and went into the supermarket and bought, with the fifty euros he had on his phone, a kitchen knife, a few vegetables and a peach which he cut and ate.
The vegetables he then proceeded to give to a homeless man silently sleeping in front of the market. The homeless man saw him and looked surprised by the sudden gift offered to him and asked him.
"Why are you giving all these to me? There are too many."
The answer he received from the boy was something unexpected.
"The dead don't need anything."
He said with sad eyes and a voice devoid of any emotion.
"... Thank you..."
Said the man hesitatingly because he understood what Nicolas meant. Under extreme circumstances humans are capable of doing unreasonable things. The man knew that from his personal experience.
A large percentage of the homeless weren't born like that. Many had jobs, were successful in life before their luck ran out and they were tossed aside by the society. A single tragedy, a single event brought the upside down to their lives.
They went from being happily living their lives to begging others for something to eat, to make it the next day. Always hoping that tomorrow will be better than today. But there never came a better day. Everything became worse as time passed, making anyone lose their minds.
At those times the thought of taking one's life wasn't something abnormal.
The man watched the boy disappearing from his vision. Unable to utter even a single word, unable to stop the boy from doing something that he might regret.