The world is a sickening place. You live in it for ages patiently waiting for your game to end, and when your game does end, you realize you had waited too long. And everything comes falling down, since you had no love. Or maybe you lost it. I can't speak for you, but as for me, too long I've waited. For too long I've paid the price. For too long I've searched. The only things I have left are photographs, faded memories in my head. Memories of the short time I had spent with her. Now, there is very little left I can hope for.
My father has always kept this a secret. He owns a book of prophecy, a book that my ancestors reportedly could not handle. It is a book that holds many secrets and many tellings. Maybe, maybe it is my way out of this pain.
I take hold of the book's cover as my father walks in. I reach open to the first page and hear him screaming for me to stop. He screams things I know already. He screams that I cannot handle it. But the screams are lost on me… I laugh, a laugh I barely recognize as my own. A laugh that I realize is chilling my father's soul. He begs and pleads, asking me what I am doing.
"There is no longer a Blumiere! There is only Count Bleck! And Count Bleck will destroy all worlds, and you with them!"
I laugh coldly, adding a hacking "Bleck" at the end. There are a few seconds of pitiful screaming from my father, and then I know there are bloody stains on my gloved hands. The book's pages are calling to me, beckoning. And thus, I disappear. A new life, and one where there is no more waiting is in store.
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