This was a late goodbye. Thirteen years after I'd gotten my revenge, it had finally caught up with me. It'd been a long time to bear the pain.
My blood painted the snow red -- a gruesome slushie -- dissolved all the scattered painkillers, and leisurely dripped down to the sewers, mingling with the bile of the city, becoming one with it.
I can see them now, my wife and my baby. Honey, I'm home.
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Departure [Alan Wake]
PertualanganIf you have not read Alan Wake, then do so first! This one is all about the manuscripts that he picked up and the contents in it. Happy reading! This does not belong to me! It still belongs to Alan Wake by Remedy!