It's over. All the fighting has ended...
End Game
by SatoshiMyuu
The others are together celebrating. They eat, they drink,
and they are joyous. I am alone. I don't go to them, I can't. I
don't belong in there with those people. I belong in the
cockpit of my dear departed mobile suit.
As I wander the streets, searching for that which I can
never hope to find, I stop, to view the sunset. The sun goes
below the horizon in a flurry of colour and light, but I continue
to dwell on much darker thoughts... By the time I reach my
hotel room, darkness has settled in. The loss of daylight has
caused a visible change in the moods of the people around me.
I fight off the urge to smirk.
In my room, I sit on my bed and think. I contemplate my life
and the events that compose it. I have so many questions and
no answers: Why did it all have to end? What do I do now?
What am I?
There is nothing that can give me the answers I seek! I could
try to sleep, but it would do no good... In the morning, my mind
would continue to stalk my soul once more! I must end this
feeling!
I reach over and open my bag. I pull out my only friend left,
and lift it to my head. As the time passes, I hear a symphony, the
song of my life, playing in my head. The melancholy music grows
louder and louder, until finally it ends, with a bang. And I fall
upon the bed, and watch the world grow black.
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End Game
by SatoshiMyuu
The others are together celebrating. They eat, they drink,
and they are joyous. I am alone. I don't go to them, I can't. I
don't belong in there with those people. I belong in the
cockpit of my dear departed mobile suit.
As I wander the streets, searching for that which I can
never hope to find, I stop, to view the sunset. The sun goes
below the horizon in a flurry of colour and light, but I continue
to dwell on much darker thoughts... By the time I reach my
hotel room, darkness has settled in. The loss of daylight has
caused a visible change in the moods of the people around me.
I fight off the urge to smirk.
In my room, I sit on my bed and think. I contemplate my life
and the events that compose it. I have so many questions and
no answers: Why did it all have to end? What do I do now?
What am I?
There is nothing that can give me the answers I seek! I could
try to sleep, but it would do no good... In the morning, my mind
would continue to stalk my soul once more! I must end this
feeling!
I reach over and open my bag. I pull out my only friend left,
and lift it to my head. As the time passes, I hear a symphony, the
song of my life, playing in my head. The melancholy music grows
louder and louder, until finally it ends, with a bang. And I fall
upon the bed, and watch the world grow black.
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