1 ~Prolouge~

From: hisnala@yahoo.com

To: cyrustemplet@gmail.com

Dear Cyrus,

I know you're looking up at the email and was immediately disappointed that it shows no lead to you knowing who I am.

Yes, I just made that email now. Sue me.

Oh wait, you can't sue a dead person.

Well, I suppose you can hate me all you want for still going through with this even after all we did together.

And by that I mean, please don't hate me. I see how you may be a little upset by me wasting your time and emotions but I did actually enjoy time I spent with you.

The game, with time it evolved. I saw the world in a place where I had hope in what would come out if I lived. If I kept trying.

If we kept fighting together.

And I know that all you really wanted was to meet me in person and show me the world in an even better way then you would have dreamed.

Then I could have dreamed.

Hell, maybe you would even love me. This is the part where I debate over deleting this part of the email.

No, I think since I'm dead, you have to see what really was in my heart.

And the truth of the matter is that I was in love with you.

At some point.

I don't really know how this works.

But I guess I don't have running blood left to brighten my cheeks. And that means you'll have to use your imagination to figure how I could have looked like blushing.

Have you ever wondered how it's like to see you're life dissolve in your hands? Where you see that they can't possibly be a real way out. You begin to over think the solution given right in front of you and then you see that there is no guarantee that things will work out.

There's no guarantee in having faith.

Faith is just a leap out into the nothingness, hoping that someone or something could catch you when you fall.

But what if you keep falling, the drop never ending. You keep putting your all into the hope something will change. The scenery in the nothingness never changing, the air, the force or speed of your descent. Everything just the same.

Why bother hoping when nothing can really change it, no matter how hard you believe.

Everything is just up to you, and if you fail, that's that.

And so, that's what I'm doing. I'm failing.

This doesn't mean you've lost the game, Cy, it means you're on your own now.

And I know that doesn't sound the least bit comforting but I don't know what else to tell you. Especially seeing as I'm about to lose the game for good.

So, if you sit there wondering why I did it, why it's still the end, why Nala decided to quit the game up, here's why.

I'm scared.

And if that's not a reasonable enough answer for you, then I don't know what is.

Maybe you'll know what I mean one day.

And for my nickname's sake:

It's the circle of life, Cyrus.

Yours sincerely,

Nala.

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