A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, so it felt pretty good to write this short piece of text. Considering the other fics and their themes I've written about RO, this really isn't too different from those. Except that I chose to focus on just one person in it. Without any delays, please read.
Disclaimer: Gravity owns RO and every single monster in it and blahblah, I make no profit from this whatsoever, blah. I own nothing else but the idea for this one shot, blahblah. Did you all get the picture? Good. Now move along!
Once you learn to keep your mouth shut, you can't seem to open it anymore – not after a certain amount of time has passed. I was very young when I learned this. Years have passed now and I can't say anything at all. People might see me as a mysterious, secretive person. I'm not anything like that and they'd be so embarrassed if they knew that. Few times I've wanted to prove them wrong, but all I do is just nod or shake my head during every single conversation.
They have no idea what's going on inside my head. No idea at all. And maybe, just maybe, it's better that way. Sometimes even I'm not able to deal with everything that's going on in my mind. One topic has been there for the longest time by now. How I'm alone – all alone.
I had many years to make friends, get to know different kinds of people – but I chose to stay away from everyone and push away every single person who tried to get close to me. I never fell in love with anyone either. The only feeling similar to that was the need to protect my party – and now that I think about it, it wasn't really that similar after all. Well, who am I to speak of something I've never experienced myself…?
I make it sound like I regret the way I chose to live my life – I don't. Things could've been better for me, but I can't complain either. I got to experience a lot of things, some which not everyone can experience – things very unique and strange at the same time. I guess that along the way, I saved a couple of lives as well…
Since I am going to die today, there is one good thing about it. Because I never let anyone close to me, no one is going to miss me when I'm gone. The truth is that I don't want anyone to mourn because of my death – life has a lot more things to offer than a man, who could never speak his mind.
So, usually people who are about to die have their one last wish – usually this is granted, but I think that mine will remain unfulfilled. This isn't really a normal prison after all. So the "guards" you see here won't even sacrifice a second of their time for your whining. No, they just check on you every two hours to see whether you're still alive. If you are, everything's fine and they'll move on. That's it.
My one, last wish? To feel the heat of Sograt desert. To feel the merciless sun scorch my skin while trying to master the arts of a true assassin cross.
A/N2: So, any reviews...? I'll give a cookie and a bio plushie of their choise to people who write me a review!