C549 Who Is the One Who Harbors Ill Intentions

This afternoon, I'm still busy at work, it wasn't until the street lights outside the window lit up that I realized it was time to get off work. Out of habit, I lit a cigarette and stood in front of the French window, looking at the city that was covered in night makeup. His heart felt like it was sinking. It was as if everyone who appeared in his line of sight was happier than him