Sorry, not sorry. Sadstuck, doomed timeline. It's short but heavy, prepare for feels!
He was like the day, kind and shining, and I was like the night, dark and off-putting. There was a saying I had heard of from years past, opposites attract, I have no idea who said it and I didn't care.
He was a hope in the darkest of night for this prince in the dark and I could only pray he could feel my heart beating harshly every time we spoke through the computer. 4 centuries, 10 decades, and 4 years away from me but he was still so close.
As kind as he was he needed to be trained, taught by his noble class, to become something great. He was a low page despite his age, he was a slow learner, but he could be taught.
Given all my efforts, how was I to know I would destroy him?
It had started just fine, we were friends, it seemed as though, if I could just tell him, it would work. We completed each other, yin and yang, so different but somehow clicking together like missing puzzle pieces.
The game was starting soon and things seemed to be going good for all of us. The game went off without a hitch, nothing stopped our fast pace at entering all of us into the game as quickly as possible. I had managed to work up the balls to tell Jake how I felt and he reciprocated. Soon though, we began to notice flaws, there was no place for us to god tier, nothing for us to fight, nothing at all. Things began to look grim, horrible.
Then the first sign of our doom appeared, Roxy had drank herself to her own doom. She died and even after reviving her through her dreamself, she still wouldn't learn. We lost her 2 months into the game. It was the sign of the end.
It took everything Jake and I had to keep ourselves afloat but we lost Jane to the sea of depression, she had offed her own dreamself and her own self before we could stop her. We were alone in the game and I could tell I was losing him too.
My once bubbly, hopeful page was dragging himself into the darkness I had known for many years. I tried to help push him up, back into the light but I only seemed to bring him farther down. It was a struggle, we had only been playing the game for half a year, but we both knew, we were doomed.
It was after one night when I had found him crying, I snapped. I grabbed him by the shoulders screaming at him to get a grip, that we had to survive this, I shouted that he needed to stop being weak, he had to be strong. His eyes were empty and I remember his words clearly, "Am I weak if I've given everything I've got?... I guess I am weak then… You're right, I am weak."
I stormed away from him, angry? Never at him, frustrated though. I only realized my own mistake too late as I heard the gunshot. I had given him the words to his own destruction, the words that wouldn't help him, but hurt him. I lead him down a path astray as I ran to him, I held one hope, him. I tried to kiss him back, but I remember now, that Jane had awoken on prospit only on the day that Jake's had died. He was gone, too quickly for me to save him.
I was the prince we had slowly learned how to hope, only to have it taken away from me. He was the page who had been destroyed with his own heart. I remember the dull pain of a sword cutting my heart, but I can't even remember what the void had sounded like. I remember the feeling of hope in my grasp, but I never reached hard enough for life. Ah, yes, opposites may have attracted but they ultimately destroyed each other.