One Last Drink.

University of Reykjavik

4/13/2026

*click*

I turned off the recording device in front of me and sighed, "one last drink; before the end." I then picked up the bottle of vodka I had been saving for the last 26 years and, before walking out, I put the record of Johnny cash's 'Hurt' on to play I then popped the cork out of the bottle and started to drink as I walked to my study. On my way there I passed by the picture of my friends and family and I started to cry. I took the picture out of the frame and brought it with me. I sat down at my desk and sighed. I then poured a glass and wrote on the back of the picture "these people had the strength that I didn't. Honor them; not me." the song then ended and the bottle was empty. "*sigh* there is a time to live and a time to die. I have had too much of both." I then picked up the pistol and read the inscription one last time "To my oldest friend and the greatest mind of all time Professor Nick Roman." I got this pistol many years ago for an accomplishment I have long since forgotten. I then wrote on the back of the photo with the other note I wrote "write on my grave my true name; not nick roman. Nikolai Romanov II." and with that I loaded the pistol and shot myself in the head. 'this death had better be permanent' I thought as I slipped into the void for the second time in recent memory.