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Post by NIKOLAI PETROV on Oct 30, 2018 7:46:49 GMT
it's supposed to be cold especially in the dead of night; but tonight it isn't. it hasn't been for quite a while now.
his voice falls like specks of snow from the skies, drifting ever so slowly until it hits an end: the tombstones in front of him are his ends. he's on his knees; head not needing to be draped by a hood because he knows he's alone in more ways than one.
there are no more tears left to give.
"i couldn't stop them—i thought i could. fuck. i thought i could, and that's the worst part." a knot grows in his throat. "i did everything i was asked, no, told to do and it wasn't enough. i gave them my body, my soul, and it still wasn't enough. i wasn't enough to save you."
the flowers do little to ease his guilt. "you're dead because of me. and i have to live with that." his hands are as pale as the snow. "i'm not sure if i can."
he rises to his feet.
"don't forgive me because i don't deserve it. i just need to know you're at peace. please. that's all i'm asking for."
he's pleading with nothing, to nothing. it's silent for far too long before he finally speaks again.