Nikolai.
The only pure saint.
Upon this wretched world.
Thus,I'm unworthy of.
As in,Im tainted with sin.
You seek freedom.
As in I seek you.
You didn't show me the light in the darkness.
More as in,
You sat in it with me instead.
The only way I shall repay you,
For showing me such life.
Is by creating a world,
Where you shall spread your wings.
And where I,
Can see you
Be free.
But Im afraid,
I don't posses such power.
To grant you such a place.
Thus,I seek the book.
The Page.
Where you can be you.
Maybe such a world cannot exist.
As in you're free.
And I'm there with you.
Perhaps One should let you go.
To spread your wings.
My beloved Nikolai.
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Destined to|Fyolai
FanfictionThis short-short story is told in letter-like poems. Partially Inspired by Creantzyy's "Path to freedom" Fan-comic. Nikolai&Fyodor perspectives. Art creds to Creantzyy ofc TW:Death
