Forward, Always.

[MuscleWizzard]

How long has it been?

How many steps have been taken at this point?

On and on. Footfalls in the snow trailing behind, stretching out endlessly with only myself having disturbed its sanctity.

But is it really snow? I don't remember moving through the winter... I don't remember much of anything beyond an image burning bright.

Something almost entirely barred from my sight. A thing I'm unworthy of gazing upon but chose to do so regardless.

A face, perhaps. That of someone so familiar I'd swear they were myself at times- though foreign enough to question the very idea in and of itself.

This snow peels away at all that I am endlessly. Uncomfortable with the way this fire in my heart has been reduced to naught but embers.. But still I press on.

Why?

How did I end up here, within this endless field of frost. My very existence being pulled away.
Within that questioning I recall all that I was. All that was left behind.
The fading visage of my second half. The mournful gaze of my beloved. A mortal wound inflicted by one bonded within my flesh.
But even still I cannot find the time to weep, for the events set in motion are for none to carry blame but I.
Do I deserve the sorrow given unto the unworthy thing I've become? The actions borne of hate that led me upon the path I've walked?
The very actions that, if given the chance, I would enact again and again and again.....

Many regret the atrocities borne of their deeds.

Many would find themselves reprehensible in the foulness of their true self.
But not I.
In this ever-expansive sea of snow and sorrow, I find one thing to be real.

Myself and the deeds that have been done. 
Regardless of the mishaps, mistakes, and malevolence of said deeds, one reality rings true no matter how much others may defend my reasoning.

All of it would have been repeated ceaselessly.

To Hel with the warnings, cautions, and advice given from another.
For my will is my own, and where branching paths lay themselves bare for my limited eyesight to gaze upon, there is only ever one answer when choosing a path.

To find what drives my heart.
To press on no matter how impossible it may become.
To walk into this blinding light that ignites the dying flames of my being with each stride.

To move forward, always.

Goodbye.