I feel dead inside. After everything I've done up to this point. I had no choice though, this is what I was born for and I see that now.
I was never a hero really. Some would have agreed with that statement, some would have said I was normal. No one's perfect, right? Well, I've never been perfect. I did things for myself and the select few I chose, you could say I was more of an antihero. Technically I still am. This is all for the greater good, that's what he says, so everything can begin again. Like a Phoenix rising from its ashes. That doesn't make me feel any better about any of what I've done. I'm torn up inside, mentally, though I wouldn't be surprised if I physically was too by this point.
Pain no longer exists now, nor does time. For now there is nothing, not even light, not until the last sacrifice is made.
If you think you know the feeling of loneliness, you are mistaken. I hope you never truly feel or are truly left alone. Not that these words mean anything. I guess I'm just stalling, I doubt anyone will know or find out what I, as well as all the others before me, have done so that life can restart. I don't even know how many times this has had to be done by others like that of me. No one ever found out.
I know my fate is inevitable, but I don't want to do it just yet, so I'll start from the beginning. The beginning before this end anyway. My life up until this moment and all the time I was blissfully unaware of my true fate. When I lived through joy and tragedy like everyone else. I only hope something will remain of me in the next cycle and I won't be forgotten by those I grew to care for and love.