Not Everything Is How It Seems.

thoughts.

This was the end. I did everything I could to save the mess I caused, but I didn't succeed. Cold and dirty wind was playing with my oily hair and my sight was blurry. The last rays of sunshine were trying to get through the windows of demolished buildings and soak into my skin. The one I loved the most, was lying on the cold road, covered in blood and mud. He was dead for about an hour. I was just staring on the scenery I have never wished to see. I lost my feelings, I lost my only home, I lost him. I never wanted to admit my feelings, and when I finally did, it has to be the end. End, which was caused by me. They told me I was powerful and important, that I was... unstoppable. And I really was. Nobody stopped me from killing them. Killing everyone.
I was supposed to be the savior, not the destoyer and catastrophe. I was supposed to save lifes, not ruin and erease them.

Now it is my turn to leave this lifeless world. This is not how it was supposed to end. This is not the happy end I was hoping for. There is no life on this planet anymore. I wiped it away. Completely. I put a gun to my head. I have gone completely crazy, but this time was too late when I came back to reality. A bullet already went through my skull.

They found a dead body soaking in its own blood. The person was dead for a while. One shot right through the head. Eyes open and full of horror and regret. They were able to save the world, but not the one who saved it.