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Cold. As Saparata stands at the top of the tower, armour already abandoned, the harsh environment of the Island One engulfs him. He welcomes the cold, sharp enough against his skin to distract him from his thoughts at least for one moment, icy enough to soothe the ache deep within his soul.
He’s exhausted. He’s sick. He wants it all to end. There is no reason for him to live anymore.
Everyone hates him and wants him dead. Who is he to deny them? There's nothing he can do. No one believed him when he told his side of the story. All that is left for him is living alone in this snowy desert, hiding.
He’s tired of hiding, of running, of trying to defend himself.
All because of one man. Fluixon. Someone he once considered his best friend.
But oh , how he wants to see him for the last time.
He wants to scream, to shout, to tear the answers to questions flooding his brain out of him.
Why did you do this to me?
But it shall always remain just a question, without an answer.
He wants to see his face for the last time, hold his hand for the last time, have one last meal with him, one last journey.
One last kiss.
But it will always remain just a desire, never to be fulfilled.
He has many regrets in life, but it doesn’t matter anymore; nothing does. He stands at the edge of the little balcony, frost slowly blinding his vision, fingers getting numb, gripping the railing.
He takes one last deep breath and jumps. All his regrets vanishing, memories playing in his mind for the last time, the ache in his heart fading away, his soul finally finding peace after being tortured for so long.
As he lies on the snow, life bleeding out of him, death welcomes him with open arms.
To my dear Fluixon,
The moment you are reading this, I’m probably already dead.
I was never good with words. I never had to be, I felt you understood me on a level no one else could, but I’m writing you my last letter, a goodbye.
I have many regrets in my life, but meeting you is not one of them, even after all that happened. We were lovers best friends once. I cherish it wth my whole heart.
There are a lot of things I wish I had handled differently. I wish I had never agreed to be a mediator. All I ever wanted was to bring peace, something I thought we shared. Maybe we still do. I hope we still do.
It’s funny how I said once I was accidentally gonna start a war, and now everyone hates me. I’m a wanted man, every person in this world wants me dead, you too, I can imagine. The world would be better off without me. Maybe my death can bring peace.
I hope you betrayed my trust and turned everyone against me for a good reason. I’m tired of resenting you, of being angry. I just want it all to end, and there’s only one way for me to achieve that.
I’m tired, Fluixon. I’m tired of running. This is the time to end it, and my last wish is to say goodbye to you.
In my last moments, I wish to remember the good memories. When we were carefree together, laughing, mining, even when you helped me build the vacation home, I consider it a happy memory. You never failed to bring a smile to my face.
Maybe in another universe, we could be happy together again.
Just as you were my first, you are my last.
Goodbye,
Your Saparata.