Biting his nails, or what's left of them
He sits, waiting
Fixed on the pavement in front of him
He stares
A hand on each elbow now, body stiff
He leans his head back and closes his eyes
Clenching his lids tighter, and gritting his teeth
He feels as if his neck is being restrained and constricted
Jerking forward with opening eyes, no one was touching him
He is nonexistence from the pedestrians that are around and walking to their destination
The bus had finally pulled up to the curb
He was shivering and inhaling deeper with each breath
Smothering
