No matter who you are, or what you've become everyone lives with a haunting feeling that they can never forget. It remains in our shadow, always lingering in the subconscious of your mind, waiting to pounce and drag you down. It remains permanently carved in your heart, soul and mind. Each day, pulling you down, back into the dark black hole you so desperately struggle to stay out of. No matter how much you try to force it out of your mind, it loiters there. The harder you fight it, the more persistent it becomes. This is no emotion. It's a whole different entity. Regret. Maybe, someday in the future, we'll invent something that can help us travel back in time, and fix our mistakes. Of course, that's millions of light-years from now. It's an irrelevant idea; a lot of things are irrelevant these days. Happiness for one, joy for another. I don't see how smiles can exist in a world like this. We live in a world so driven by cruelty and madness, that we, mankind feed off it, instead of making us stronger, it makes our race weaker each day. That's a different story. Something I'm not going to pretend to have the slightest clue about. All I know is that I've lost something great, something I can't live without. Thanks to this loss, I can't move on with my life. I'm frozen. Maybe I don't want to move on, maybe I do. Hell, even I'm not sure. I just wish I could have them back, my true friends. To be honest, I don't remember anything. I just feel an empty void, a void that so desperately needs to be filled. I'm missing something! I know it! I can't live like this. I know something is gone, something I had the power to keep, but I let it go. What? What could be so unbelievably perfect that it has the power to keep me up at night wondering, waiting? The regret lives inside of me; I'm living with the enemy. Well, the past is past. I just don't know how to forget, and I'm convinced now that it's impossible. I just keep to myself nowadays. I want to let someone in, I truly do, although for some reason I cannot. I guess… I've lost. I just have to face facts, I've lost. My greatest memories are dead, and one person survived that fatal fire. Me. Only to feel nothing, and remember nothing. Ignorance is bliss. There could be nothing more wrong than that statement. It completely abandoned me. I'm tumbling in an endless wheel; my story never had a plot. I guess it never shall. As for what's left of me? I became a lawyer. I guess it's the only thing that keeps me from going insane… I drown myself in my work, I don't let myself think. It's the only way I can stay… "Happy". I'm content the way my life is and I don't plan to change it. I can still be myself, on the outside at least. I just need to give it some time to heal. That's all it needs. Time. Time can heal anything. I shouldn't question the matter. My life is in God's hands. If only he had been a bit gentler. Well, I'm embracing God's grasp, and I'm going to see him.
The note was found next week on his bedside table, the room made up, and the house uninhabited. There was an eerie chill about the place, something that didn't feel right. The man who wrote that note had gone missing a week earlier, never to be found again. An abandoned tombstone seldom visited lies in the depths of an unwanted cemetery.
A parallel to this exists in a peculiar place far beyond the clouds, where crowds of people come hourly to pay their respects to Timothy Tiberius Turner.
Fairy World's greatest success… and greatest failure.