Lonely Fate.

I hate it.


I hate the feeling.

...

Of being alone.


The dark green grass ruslting againdt my skin, my tears silently falling. It hurts to be alone. The black night sky draping over me, like a blanket there to console you. The sweet, cold breeze that brushes away your hair, the way it kisses your cheek as it goes by, I miss that feeling. Time goes by and I let my tears silently fall. It was painful. The way I was waiting, for nothing. For the day that I die. I will wait.

There's nothing left.

Nothing to look forward to, no sweet voice to comfort me when I'm alone. Like I am right now. No more warmness from the arms wrapped around me by my loved ones, they're all gone.


All that's left is the cold darkness. Surrounding me, enveloping me. It hurts. The wind like daggers piercing my skin with ice, the cruel laughter of demons looking down at me.


The only thing I can do is cry, be weak, be pathetic.


...


Be who I am. A coward, that is, whose life is not but a penny to be wasted, a life whose soul is as weak and pitiful like the stray dogs that wander around.


It's life.



Unfair as it may seem, we have to live it. And the time will come when our salvation arrives, slowly kissing us goodbye as we fade away into the night. Our sins forgiven, the time being right as we slowly die, whispering goodbyes. To who?

For many, they would sadly departure, and face the world unknown, the afterlife. But for me it is a gift, a gift I'll gladly accept as I am welcomed into the arms of either light or darkness. I'm not picky, I will accept.


My fate is in the hands of God, and I will gladly obey to the laws of Him.


Still crying, I silently pray. Pray for my existence to end, as the dark green grass turns gray and slowly dissolves into nothing. The black night sky getting even darker, the impossibilty being proved wrong.


As I awaited for my saviour, Death was at my door. I gladly opened it, and welcomed him into my arms. As I slowly died, I grabbed his robes and whispered the only thing I was supposed to say.

"Goodbye."


Better than nothing, I slowly faded away as the cherry scented wind carried me to my final destination. It was either Hell or Heaven.


Would I finally be punished for my grave sins? Or will God have mercy like he always does, and grant me something I do not deserve?


As I thought, I finally arrived.


At the Gates of Fate, I wiped away the dry tears that clung onto my face. It was cold out here, and I could feel and hear the soft whispers. The gates opened, and I walked in, maming sure my footsteps won't disturb the dead.

...


"Goodbye."
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