Cursed to pay off for someone else. Cursed to take them down and put an end to a cycle that shadowed over people whose name we can't even remember. What happened there? I wondered.
Did you win? How?
I was proud of you to have gotten so far. They payed in blood for what they stole- the freedom of people, the mistake of a long gone promise that was meant to take away lives, do them worse than killing. It was nothing compared to what I did- no point in hiding. Knowing the truth, your bed must have been cold, your pillow must have been hot.
There's only one thing we have shared all along. The feeling not of solitude, but raw loneliness, as if being given up on by the world. That's what's so great about it. It takes away everything that you have and, when you manage to get back on track, it almost laughs at you as if asking "hey, who gave you the right to be this miserable?"
It makes me laugh.
Where are all of these gods that they talk about? Did I simply never heed them my ear, or are they simply enjoying their immortal life?
I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Real or fake, we're still just as small as ever. Just humans at the mercy of the world and its timing. What would have happened if we didn't meet right then and there? How many more memories would we have lost?
Too many thoughts to sort out.
I wish to conquer the world, but I am nothing but a man with a sword. I might need you on my side more and more. More and more and more.
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No Longer Spring - Writings of Yesterday
FantasyShen's lover had gone missing amidst a bloody fight, prompting him to search the realm for his dear cultivational partner while recording everything in a journal. After three years, he finally hears of her whereabouts. Will he manage to stay alive...
