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The Tundra was cold and frozen, not meant for human inhabitance. Yet, a snow-white figure stood tall admidst the snow.
Saps had always loved the snow and the cold, it was like a breath of fresh air for him, like a wave of calm. The artic enviroment here was like nothing he had ever seen before, but who was to say he didn't like it?
The man lifted his hood off his head, revealing his pale skin with breath-taking amber eyes, yet his usually bright honey-coloured eyes were dull and lifeless.
He sighed as he took a step away from the base of his tower, taking in the intricate carvings on the pillars of his future resting place. A small smile was plastered on his face as he looked up--- his place of rest would be beautiful.
His hand-made tower completely made of ice and snow would be the last thing he ever saw, and he was okay with that. His headress wings drooped despite his smile, and he felt numb all over. His pure white cloak laced with golden embroidery provided little to no warmth, despite its unique look. Its quite a shame it'll be stained a dark red soon.
His breathing was rigid and uneven, the frigid climate piercing his lungs with every breath. Every step of his felt like a burden, but why did it matter? Everything was going to be over soon anyways. The thought of it didn't scare him, but only made him feel better. Sometimes this was the only solution.
He trudged into his tall spire, opening his chest as he stared blankly at his things. His armour, his axe, his pickaxe, his valuables, and useless stuff that he was too lazy to clear from his inventory, and their sword. I mean--- technically it was Saps's sword, but it was made out of the mineral that they had mined together. Made out of the first diamonds that him and Flux had mined together.
Flux.
Fluixon.
He had loved that man. He used to be all that Saps could think of, but now all that he felt when he thought of him was fear, anger, distress, and the slightest remnant of admiration. They were the best of friends, and the only thing that could seperate them was themselves.
Damnit Saps. Your final moments should be happy, not yearnful. But what if he was my happiness? He shook his head, snowflakes falling from his white, matted hair. God, he was a mess of a man.
With reluctance, he grabbed the sharp sword that he had cherished dearly. He wanted to remember how Flux used to be, even in death. He didn't have the strength to carry it, so he let the edge of their blade carve through the ice stairs.
He cursed himself for making the staircase so tall, but it would be worth it in the long run. Their sword left marks in the ground as Saps carefully made his way up the tower. For some reason, this felt nostalgic in a way to him, but he couldn't exactly tell why. He took his time getting up, why? He didn't know.
As he finally reached the top, the cool air hit his face immediately, almost making him fall down the stairs. He stumbled, but caught himself. He sighed, his breath becoming frost immediately. It was certainly colder up here, but he didnt mind it.
There, a platform awaited him. It called his name, the flat surface with no guard rails--- the temptation was too much to handle. But, he held back. He wanted to reminisce a bit, what was the fun in jumping immediately? In reality, he hoped someone would somehow find him, and stop him as a last effort.
He took a deep breath, his irregular breath already making that harder. Before he walked towards the cliff, he walked around his tower, lighting torches that he knew would burn out anyway. He walked to a flower he had planted when he first started constructing his tower. It was dying, but wasn't that poetic?
He gently cupped the dark purple rose in his hands, pretending like it was someone else. Someone familiar. He crouched down and picked up the pot, he wished that this whole situation had never happened. He closed his eyes and bowed his head towards the purple rose, the petals softly brushing his nose.
The sensation made him want to cry, to let it out, to not jump, but who would listen to him? If people didn't listen to the truth in the first place, then why would they listen to his sob-story? He clutched the flower close to his chest. Like that would do anything.
Suddenly, the soil infront of him started become damp. Was it raining? He looked up--- no, no it wasn't. He looked back down at the flower, and saw a tear fall onto the floor. Oh. He put a hand up to his cheek, he hadn't even noticed that he had started crying.
He stood up slowly, his headress wings drooping lower than before. He met the polar winds again, his expressionless face stained pink from crying and the cold.
He walked around his tower once more, tracing his fingers over the carvings in the ice pillars that he had made. The howling of the wind deafened him, but he seemed to black it out regardless.
His eyes shifted to the darkness behind him, where most likely no one but him had explored. He shivered at the never-ending pitch-black area; he certainly wouldn't miss this place.
He finally started walking towards the platform, his whole body shaky as he took more steps forwards. He sat down at the edge, and looked down underneath him.
His breath caught--- he didn't realise that he was that high up. But that would end him the fastest, no? In that case, he didn't mind it. It would be quick and painless as soon as he hit the ground anyways.
His head started to spin. Soon, the swirling became unbearably painful. He took deep breaths in, but the sharp air continued to pierce his lungs. He coughed, even managing to cough and spit out some blood.
He opened his eyes.
What?
The air was perfectly warm, and the sun was setting. He was surrounded by flowers, specifically white carnations, white lillies, purple hyacinthuses, and black roses. White, purple, and black? It was almost like..
He snapped his head around. His eyes widened and his jaw tightened--- Flux? He froze in fear, he was stuck sitting down. The breeze was warm, but he couldn't help but feel cold.
Fluixon seemed to pay no attention to Saps. He looked too busy admiring the sunset and the flower field around them. Saps didn't know the last time he had seen his best friend rival so calm, but it felt--- relaxing, for some reason. His gaze shifted to Saps, his purple eyes looking warmly at him.
"Finished day dreaming, hm?" He said, his tone calm.
Saps blinked a few times in surprise, before slightly calming down and managing to respond.
"Oh, uh. Y-Yeah. I..." Was that all just a bad dream?
"You seem stressed. What happened?" The wind seemed to circle them, carrying Fluixons voice through the field they lay in.
".. Nothing. Nothing at all, Flux." No. That was all too realistic. The massacre, the cold, the tears.
"Cheer up man. You were the one who suggested coming here to calm down, and now I'm having more fun than you? What a party pooper." But Saps missed that light, teasing pitch of his.
"..Hey! I'm not a party pooper! Just.. got caught up in my thoughts, you know?" The wind was calm, and the sunlight seemed to shine perfectly on Fluixons face.
He couldn't seem to recall the last time he had a time to relax like this. Especially with Flux. .. It was nice, if he had to admit. The way that the sun rest upon his friends face, the way that the sun caught all of his features--- God he it was breath taking.
The dark-purpled hair man looked away from him and giggled, his eyes closing while he laughed. Sap's eyes widened at the sight, before he relaxed and slowly started to laugh too.
"Oh man, just shut up and enjoy the view of Pandora's shore."
Flux put his arm around Saparatas neck, bringing him closer into a hug. Saps flinched at the contact, but Fluixon didn't seem to notice.
The gesture seemed so foreign, but he couldn't help but lean in. He leaned against Fluixons shoulder, feeling warm for the first time in a while. Something seemed to bloom in him, was it calm? Or something else? Saps adjusted himself, and leaned further onto Fluixons shoulder.
"You can tell me anything, you know?" Flux brushed Sap's hair out of his face and stroked his hand through his snow-white hair.
"Mh, I know. Stop being such a killjoy---"
It was cold.
Why?
He slowly opened his eyes, and was met with the dark sky that was slightly illuminated by torches around him once again. Instead of Fluixon wrapping his arms around him, he was embraced by the cruel emptiness around him.
He was still crying. He wiped his eyes, his face stained pink. His hair was still matted, not like that hallucination he had just had. Hypothermia causes hallucinations, but why did it have to be about him?
This just grounded him, reminding him that he has absolutely nothing. If that scene inside his head was supposed to motivate him, it only motivated him to kill himself faster. He should get this over and done with--- its not like anyone actually wanted him around.
"How pathetic." He thought to himself.
The only people he was wanted by were the people who wanted his head. The bounties placed on him were crazy, he even saw some of them go as high as 10 enchanted golden apples. What a waste.
He shifted closer to the edge. Flux won. He had completely won. Now, he had nothing left to loose. The effect that that man had on his life--- his health--- was insane.
His eyes held no life anymore, those amber eyes completely dull. He stood up and gripped their sword closer in his hand. He unsteadly clutched their sword close to his chest, it was one of the only things he really valued now.
He turned around, taking one last glace at his dimly lit tower. Fluixon had always wanted him dead, and he always got he wanted. He sighed, wasting a shaky breath on his final words.
"Can't say no to a friend, can I?"
He took a step back, his foot landing on nothing.
He stepped off.