Chapter [Finale]

Dearest Myo,

Even if we were born to suffer, you made everything brighter. What is life without pain? What is joy without sorrow? We were created to hurt, but also to live. You and I, though ink on paper, are human in nature. Designed to weather through every tragedy we face. Myo, I’m not mad at you, but don’t run. Don’t run, shield your eyes, let your head scream despair to you. I want you to turn and fight. Stare straight into their eyes. Know that this is the right thing to do. To live, and spite the sky and stars in your triumph. But, I know you’re already gone. And I wish you knew how much you mattered. I wish you knew how much you meant to me. I wish that you knew that this prison serves more as an enclosure than cage. Not just to protect the outside from our darkness, but also to protect us from the insanity of the outside. 

Myo, even if we might have been created to suffer, we never had to adhere by those rules anyways. We should smile and laugh while we can, and cherish our memories together, because they are going to be all that remain.

I know you won’t be able to read this. So I’m coming to you to tell you myself.

With torn parchment and bleeding rope,

Clo