As I plunge to my death I am filled with a cold hard certainty that I have done what needs to be done. My survival was immaterial, and I ask myself, would I choose differently, or go down the same tyrannous path that lead to this point?
But did I actually have a choice? I could only match, move for move, the manoeuvrings of fate, what was I to do except challenge them. Twenty years pervious I managed to set my path, just as I had seen myself do all those years ago and had handed myself everything I ever wanted.
Except one thing, the only thing in my damned life that ever gave meaning. I realised soon after that I had made a terrible mistake, one that I was destined to make. If I were to ever gain power, true power, then we, her and I, would not be equals anymore. I would be in the truest sense, alone.
She vanished soon after I had given myself a helping hand. I didn’t know why, I couldn’t find out where she had gone. In the first ten years I tried to entice her back, take away all things in her life that she had before she disappeared. I wanted what we had before, to test each other in battle, to go where we truly are the most alive.
The last ten years were spent appeasing my ever growing boredom and distain for this putrid little land. But I began to wonder if I ever truly despised the world or the fact that she wasn’t in it.
And then I came to the conclusion that every move I made, every path I took was orchestrated by fate. When I stepped into the past I had sealed my destiny and I had reaped it. Misery consumed me.
When I saw her again it gave me a chance to set it right and then the first, bitter taste of that awful delusion came.
Hope.
She would stop what I had done, because without each other we are nothing, light and dark, heads or tails, one is meaningless without the other.
That hope that filled my heart is still there, this place in time will be destroyed and replaced with another, me and Kim will be united once again, and of that I am sure.
They say history abhors a paradox.
Well history can suck my ASS.
The End