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
Fanfiction"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.
