Numbered

I could've been anything. Done everything. Seen everything. But it was already too late for that. It was too late the second I was born. I'm not the only one. There's that boy, he got the same fate. The same options. And, like me, he has no choice. We have to kill each other. Only one of us can survive. We're natural enemies. But it's too late for that as well. Maybe in a different world, another alternate dimension, this would be easy. We'd hold swords up to each other's throat. We'd kill quickly and easily without complication. But this isn't an alternate universe. This isn't that easy. Fate gave me a prophecy, and fate also gave me a curse. I love that other boy, and he loves me. But the suffering of the world won't stop until one of us dies. Fate gave us options, but we aren't allowed to choose.