I regret the life I lived.
Or rather, I regret the way I lived my life
For this life where I met my friend
Is a life worth exchanging a million universes for.
Twenty years have passed since I lived my life the way I did. An orphan unloved and unwanted, I was found and taken in by Monsignor, the closest thing I can call a family. I was ten years old then.
Twelve years have passed since I gained and lost a friend, the closest I ever got to the feeling of concern, care, love, and affection. Gentleness.
Had I found real strength, I would have been convinced to abandon the way I lived my life and make a fresh start with my friend. Had I been brave enough, I would have dropped everything for my one and only friend.
But I didn't.
I was scared.
If I were really, truly a friend, I would have stopped her demise. And if I was really, truly the man the Chapel made me and believed me to be—fearless and reckless—I would have joined her by now.
But I'm still here, thirty and writing a letter addressed to the fire. Not even to my friend. Not even to Monsignor. Not even to the Chapel.
Had I lived differently, would it change anything?
If I did not live the way I did, would I have even met her?
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Letter Addressed To The Fire
General FictionTwelve years ago, Azure Skylar, the Knight of the Cross of the unparalleled syndicate, the Chapel, was favored by the Pope himself to work on a mission that would determine the fate of their entire group against their growing rival, the Empire. Twel...
