A/N: Well, this was a little something that I ended up writing for an English class. It is rather sad, but I hope you enjoy in nonetheless.

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I no longer know what I want, and it troubles me badly. Each passing day makes me only question why I am this and what I have become. Every time I look around, I see only the pain and sorrow that I have brought to this world. I tried to lead them in the way you did before you…left, but now we are nothingness. Darkness hurls across the sky and the stars, spinning in the heavens, are no longer able to light my way. We are nothing.

I am nothing.

The beauty of the world that I once adored, the soft touch of a cherry blossom alighting upon my arm, the gentle breezes of springtime, have been torn away from me, tossed into the ravages of winter, of cold, of ice. Feeling drips away from me as though every drop of rain, every exhausted tear, carries a bit more of me with it. Should this truly be me?

I am but a cloud, drifting across the surface of the moon, complete with silver lining that remains unseen. I serve only to darken the world that I long to enlighten, yet a cloud gives back all that it ever was, letting itself again fall to the ground. This is what I must do. If I cannot be a star to light my own way, I must be the rain that caresses the earth, caressing so gently that it is like I have never been here.

And so, the cloud must dissolve into nothingness.

I must say, I was very satisfied being second in command, father. I could still be myself and yet serve you faithfully. Yet with your departure, I feel as though a part of my heart went with you. I miss you.

Everything you did for me…it is crumbling before my very eyes. You would be proud to know, though, that I refuse to crumble with it; still I remain proud, but my pride is peeling off like the old paint on an ancient building, falling only as I see all of this that I have become: this nothingness that consumes me.

My father, even though I sometimes wondered about your decisions, I wish I could have honored your legacy better than this. I have failed you. I have failed the Foot.

I, the nothingness, am sorry.

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