The end of it all. Farewell to a world. I am no god above others, but a kid in the ground, lacking eyes to see the world above. I think I wished I could've been a mysterious and elusive deity, in some idealistic story of a world, but in this moment I realize I was just imagining it all. The memories still stay- and I'm still in a void, breath quickening. I fear I'm in my own coffin, alive. But that can't be true. If none of that happened, then I should still be from an old time way back then. Or maybe now is the reality. I am just some annoying brat of a kid, that I fret no one ever liked. My formal way of speech is nothing but a cover-up; I am a lie. The only one who seemed to ever truly believe it was me. So, may I look up at the stars with you, my brother, one last time, and may you kiss me on the forehead. A gentle arm around my shoulder. I wish for you to tell me a story, my story, as the stars dim slowly like a dying fire, and for me to slowly fall asleep next to you, your warmth. I hope that in death, or wherever I am, I can realize who I truly am; your brother. But after everything flickers slowly to a close, and you eloquently mutter my story's final line, may you continue on without me, and spread my story far and wide, clutch onto me like precious pearls- and remember me as someone worth remembering. Adieu.
"And as he drew his last breath, as if the end of a belated requiem, the sun flickered out with him. The end."
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The End of an Era (godinnit au)
FanfictionGodinnit au "Can you tell me a story?" "Why of course. Why not about the gods this time?" "Yay! That sounds awesome! Tell me more!" "Haha, okay, I'll tell you a bit each night. Don't get too giddy."
