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Cold air bit at Saparata’s exposed skin. Chilly wind caused his teeth to chatter, and his jaw to clench uncomfortably. The soles of his bare feet burned, but there was no sense of comfort from the blistering feeling. He ran his tongue across his teeth, then clamped down on it to steady his shaking mouth. A metallic taste slowly filled his mouth the longer his teeth bit into his tongue. He allowed the blood to spill, and embraced the pain from it. His gaze wavered as he tilted his head down. His fingers twitched along to the horrible chill of the tundra. He didn't fight it.
The frigid air wrapped around his body, squeezing him until a gasp left his lips. He spat out the blood that had pooled in his mouth, observing the stark, red blood on his foot through blurry eyes. His pale skin made a nice background for the blood.
Saparata couldn’t live on, no matter how hard he tried. The whipping wind whispered in his ears, telling him to jump. He had always wanted to live a peaceful life. It was far too late to enact his dream, he knew that. So, maybe… death would offer that haven he had always desired. Not a single soul believed his innocence, … he would get away no matter what he tried. The only other person he thought he could trust had acted suspiciously, and on a spur decision of fear, he had ran.
Just like he always had, and always would.
Saparata had never gotten a moment of peace since the betrayal. He had been living in constant fear that one day he would slip up, and that someone would find him. He’d either be killed on the spot, or be taken back to The Commonwealth so they could use his death as entertainment. He shivered in disgust, wrapping his own arms around him.
Saparata had no one. The only time people had said his name, they had said it like a curse. They spat it out with disgust, and hatred. All of Island One and Two wanted his blood to be spilled. He was used to being alone, liked it even. But now, … Saparata wished for someone to hold him.
He swallowed, stepping closer. His toes hung off of the ledge. He teetered forward, but leaned back.
Saparata liked to think he was brave. Fear was always present in his mind, but instead of giving up, he fought with the fear. He used it to his advantage. He wielded his emotions with a strong persistence that he believed was bravery. He leaned forward, his lips parting. Fog filled the space in front of his face, he shook his head. It was best for him to jump.
Saparata didn't think that he- no, Fluixon would ever be adequately charged for his crimes. The only one who knew that he was at fault, and was actively against him, was Saparata.
He hated wanting to end it all. Dying meant any evidence against Fluixon would die with him. But his current situation was too overwhelming. At least when he was dead, everything would be numb. He would float around in a dark void, unaware. Numbness was the closest he could get to inner peace.
He had been forced out of his home for the crimes of another. There wasn’t a single place in the world where he was safe. He had no one to turn to for comfort. There was no longer a reason for Saparata to live. His life was meaningless now that he was alone on the run. Everybody had united to kill him, he should give them what they wanted most.
Guilt forced his feet to step closer off the edge of the tower. In some indirect way, it was his fault. Maybe if he had moderated the meeting better. He should’ve moved it back on track right when insults started to be thrown around. Fluixon used to be his- ….. fr-, he should’ve been able to pick up on the little things that gave away his plans. He shouldn’t have trusted the group to meddle with his meeting hall. Maybe when he got back he should've checked for traps, or even had someone else do it. At least then he’d only be charged for attempted murder. There were just so many things he could’ve done to prevent it. He was stupid for trusting him.
Tears spilled from his eyes, and ran down his face. They clung to his chin, or dropped onto the snow far below. He should join the tear drops, Saparata thought. Join them in their jump.
The world would be better without him.
Saparata felt weightless as he plummeted into the snow covered ground.