Finale

[Dreamspeaker]

How long has it been?
Four? Five years?

That year is still fresh on my memory. One day one, they betrayed me- tearing at my heart, wounding my soul. My only respite has been distraction with work; my only goal was to look into their eyes one last time before I bring their end. I do not know what I've become. I do not remember how I got here.

I became a beast on the prowl.
A murderer.

I was called a monster, a villain, a menace. For every man and woman that I cut down in my search for vengeance and respite, I dreamed not of the day when I would find them. I dreamed not of the day when they would end up on my hands.

This was my desire.

To hold my hands over his throat, until air occupied his lungs no more; to press the barrel of the gun against her heart and fire. I could feel the air choked out of me- and my heart hurting so. Why?

Why did it hurt so much?

I was no beast, no monster. I was just a man... a man with the broken heart. Betrayed and hurt, with no closure and respite; no end to this nightmare, this boiling anger, these tears... for years, I scoured for them. For years, I yearned for this respite.

Betrayal can drive a man to do terrible things.
I wanted an escape from it all.

There was only a single end to it all, and they knew it.
He regretted nothing.
She regretted much.
I regretted it all.

And yet, I felt closure.
This is the end.






Forgive me.