Goodbye
It’s not over. Of course, it is over. Let me get some help! No, stay. I would hate to die alone. You aren’t going to die. But I already have. I can feel it. You know I can’t feel my limbs, right? Stop talking. Save your energy. I would rather not. These are my last few moments with you and I thought I should say thank you. You don’t need to. I want to. What you did, for so long. It couldn’t have been easy. It wasn’t. But every now and then you would do something. Something ridiculous and stupid and put yourself in harm’s way for the greater good. And I would want to keep doing it. Because it was the right thing to do. I merely always followed you. To protect you. You didn’t need to. That is where you are wrong. I did. I had to. I had to protect you because you protected me. And I have failed. No, you haven’t. What I wanted is done. My time is over. My goal is reached. I can end now. I can be at peace now. And what about me? You live, for the two of us. T...
