My dear,
"Good morning, how are you?"
So today, I have decided; I have decided to say these things to make you feel better, to make you feel like I care, and I do care. At least, I'm meant to care.
What are these superficial thoughts anyway ? Can I suppress them for much longer?
Does it matter, do I matter ?
In the end, I hate to admit this, but I miss you: you were always by my side, after all.
No.
I have to enjoy myself, my freedom, my life, for as long as I have it.
That is the reason I won't join you in battle, Arthur.
I'm sorry.
Life is too precious to give to another,
Be it a human or otherwise.
Are you sure this is what you want?
Are you sure this face I see, this new man, is still the same as the one I saw in its place; so long ago?
Either way, good luck, my friend.
YOU ARE READING
The Old Lie
Fiksi Penggemar"Dolce et decorum et pro patrina mori," In other words, propreganda. And perhaps in another sense; I wish it hadn't fooled you; I wish you were still here with me, eternally by my side.
