Nothing to the End

Nothing to End

She wasn’t supposed to be in his head, haunting his every dream.

She wasn’t even supposed to be alive to him at all.

She was everywhere he looked.

She was nowhere he looked.

She ruined everything.

She was his everything.

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He missed her.

He wasn’t supposed to even know she had existed, but she still lingered around in his mind.

The elders told him that his memories were gone for a reason, but he still remembered her. He hadn’t told them he was immune to the magic.

He lied a lot these days.

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Wintry nights were her favorite. She’d wake him up and drag him out in the snow and dance with him under the moonlit night.

It was a symphony of white, an orchestral and beautiful experience. Her voice provided the tune, and she taught him the steps.

He discovered that he could actually laugh. Her ringing tones brought him to his first smile in a long time. Her eyes shone as she made music with him, under the stars.

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The nights were dark now. No longer did he live up in that cabin, far up in the north. His cell-like room smelled of mildew and mold. The dirt walls were not the most eye appealing, and there were toads under his cot.

All in all, it was the complete opposite of her. The door was locked. She loved freedom to move as she please. The room had little light. She loved moonlight. The room was dead silent. She was music.

End had been his muse, his morning star.

Now she was his mourning star.

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The elders told him they had locked him up for his own good. Nothing could ever change how powerless he was without his blades. Here, he was Nothing. Here, he was powerless. Here, she no longer danced with him under the starlight.

It was the most depressing time of his life. He should be out there, smelling her honeysuckle hair. He should be out there, living his life with her at his side in every moment. He should be out there, giving her everything she had ever dreamed of since she was created.

But he was here, destined to become a murderer again.

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They finally came for him. There was a plate of steaming, hot, quality food, a neatly folded pile of what he knew was black assassin wear, and his daggers, all nicely cased. Shera stood there, intoning deeply. “You know what to do. You do it, we give you better living conditions. You refuse or fail, you continue here in this moss hole.” They both knew that Nothing never failed, at least not until he failed to protect the one important person in his life.

Shera nodded towards the things he brought. “So what’ll it be, Nothing?” He shook his head, an eternal no. It would always be no. She made him promise to never kill again.

He lived by her words, holding them close to his heart. They were all he had of her now, now that she truly was gone.

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All he had to do was bend the bedpost and impale himself, he told himself calmly. Then he could see his End. He gathered his strength and pushed it so much, the metal post splintered, leaving a dangerously jagged edge. It gleamed, and his mind flashed back again.