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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ~~~ ๐๐๐ญ ๐ ~~~
There he is. Walking forward, like heโs got somewhere to be โ talking to a fake friend, like heโs got something to say. Itโs kinda funny, reallyโฆ how he just keeps going, as if nothingโs wrong.
I mean, whatโs he even doing? Failing, falling, getting back up โ for what? Whatโs the point? I mean, why not just shootย ย shootย ย shoot the past? Itโs not like he matters.
Heโs smiling now, that faint, stupid smile. Does he even know? Does he realize what heโs done โ what heโs done to me?
Maybe I should just shootย ย shootย ย shoot. Itโs not like heโs innocent; heโs the reason everything feels so heavy โ the weight that chokes every breath, the reason Iโm stuck, trapped in this endless loop of regret and anguish.
Look at him: so weak, so broken, so useless, so undeserving of forgiveness โ might as well just shootย ย shootย ย shoot him.
Heโs the barrier; the wall between me and the future. I can see it glimmering just beyond him, pristineโฆ almost within reach โ yet he stands, always in the way. Always in the way. Always, always in my way.
Why shouldnโt I just shootย ย shootย ย shoot? He ruined everything โ all his failures, all his cowardice โ every time he wasnโt good enoughโฆTheyโve become my burden now, my shame, my CURSE.
I should just shootย ย shootย ย shoot โ obliterate him โ erase him completely โ CUT him out of me like the cancer he is. How dare he smile? HOW DARE HE PRETEND to be innocent?
I just wanna shootย ย shootย ย shoot. He shouldnโt even be here โ not in my present, not in my head. He doesnโt BELONG HERE. And he has no place in my future.
I just wanna shootย ย shootย ย shoot. I DESERVE BETTER. I deserve FREEDOM.
I just wanna shootย ย shootย ย shoot. I deserve to move forward โ to live without the lingering shadow HE CASTS.
He shouldnโt be walking. He. shouldnโt. Be. Breathing.
Iโm just gonna SHOOTย ย SHOOTย ย SHOOT โ Itโs time โ TIME to END THIS โ
๐๐๐๐ย ย ๐๐๐๐ย ย ๐๐๐๐
HA!
Look how he fallsโฆ Finally โ THE PAST IS DEAD โ DEAD! LOOK AT HIM โ as he SMILES FOR THE LAST TIME โ that faint, revolting smile โ as if he forgives me.
As if Iโm the one who needs forgiving.
BUT I DO NOT FORGIVE. NOT. HIM.
Noโฆ No, he DESERVED THIS.
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Haha! HAHA! Iโve done it. IโVE WON.
The past is DEAD. Gone. Erased. Obliterated.
And nowโ now my future is FREE!
I laugh. I LAUGH. I canโt stop laughing. It spills out of me, wild, breathless, unstoppable.
The air feels lighter. The world feels brighter. The shadow is gone. The weight has lifted.
โFuture!โ I cry out, my voice cracking, my chest heaving.
โDo you see me? Do you see what Iโve done? Iโve killed the imposter! Iโve set us FREE!โ
I take a step forward. Then another. And another.
โFuture, oh future! Iโve DONE it for you! Have I made you PROUD? Are you HAPPY now?โ
My heart races. My legs move faster. The world blurs around me.
But I see itโ clearer than ever.
My FUTURE, standing there, smiling, radiant, perfect.
โFuture!โ I scream, raw, desperate, tears burning my eyes.
โTell meโ are you proud of what Iโve done? Are you proud of ME?โ
Iโm running now. Faster. Faster. The air rushes past me. My thoughts crash into each other.
And thenโ
๐๐๐๐
The soundโ sharp, sudden, impossible.
I freeze. My legs stop. My breath catches.
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The future stumbles. The future falls.
๐๐๐๐
The future is goneโฆ
Noโฆ
No, no, no, no, NO.
I CANโT MOVE. I CANโT THINK. I CANโT BREATHE.
โNo!โ I scream. It rips out of me, raw, broken, mad.
โNo! No, no, NO!โ
I drop to my knees. My hands claw at the ground. My breath comes in gasps, in sobs, in screams.
โI FINALLY DID IT! I FINALLY FREED THE FUTURE!
HOW!? WHO!? WHO DARED TO TAKE MY PRECIOUS FUTURE!?
WHOEVER DAREDโ IโLL SHOOTย ย SHOOTย ย SHOOT THEM TOO! IโLLโโ
My hands reach for my gun. My fingers tremble. My vision blurs.
But before they can touch itโ
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The sharp pain explodes inside me.
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The blood pours out of me.
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The life drains from me.
I fall.
I lie there, trembling, breathless, dying.
โWho?โ I try to whisper. My voice is broken, faint, barely there.
โWho did this? Who killed my future? Who killed me? After Iโve finally set us freeโฆโ
My mind spins. My thoughts spiral. Every fading memory is a blur.
From where, came these bullets?
Whyโฆ are they so familiar?
Whyโ was I the killer?
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The present lies still now, his story ended. The echoes of his tragedy linger in the air, heavy, slowly settling, like dust after a storm.
Deception appears first, his form flickering like a thousand diamonds, sharp, beautiful, commanding. Reflection follows, her presence luminous and steady, her gaze full of sorrow, full of understanding, soft like a field of lilies swaying in the wind.
Deceptionโs voice cuts through the silence, cold and judging: โHow could he convince himself that the past was someone else? He thought he could rewrite himself. Erase his flaws. Bury his shame.
He thought he could **** the past. And he did.
Shot his past. Shot his future. Shot himself.
What a choice to be madeโ misguided by misconception. A foolโs wager against time itself.โ
Reflectionโs voice rises, soft yet deliberate: โNot a fool, but a wounded heart.
He needed not bullets to destroy, but understanding to heal.
Yet, he never stopped to ask why. Why he hated his past. Why it haunted him so.
Had he paused, had he reflected, he might have seenโ his past was not his enemy, but his guide, his evidence that he wanted to heal, but needed help.
No, not bullets. He needed a doctor.โ
Deception narrows his eyes, his flickering form sharpens, and his cold gaze shifts to fix itself on youโ piercing, commanding, powerful.
โOh? And what of you? Yes, you, dear witness. Or shall I say, ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐?
What will you do? Will you fool yourself into thinking you are different? Will you tell yourself you are free when you give in to the satisfaction of violence?
Youโve felt it, havenโt you? The shame, the pain, the failures.
Do you think you can erase them? Do you think you can cut them away, bury them, shootย ย shootย ย shoot them?
No.
The future is ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ responsibility, not the fault of the past.
You may not like it. But you cannot destroy it. You cannot **** it.
And if you tryโ if you reach for the gunโ you will destroy yourself.
This story of the nameless present, it will become yours next.โ
Reflection steps forward, her gaze gentle yet steady, her voice calm yet resolute: โBut you do not have to follow the same path.
Look at what you despise so much. Ask yourself why it hurts, why it lingers, what it means.
Reframe your thoughts. Understand them. Seek not the fate of Revenge, but that dear friend, Redemption.
The past is not your enemy. It is your reminder that you must see at least one of three doctors.โ
Deceptionโs tone grows colder, relentless, his words cutting like ice: โRedemption waits.
But if you refuse, you will lose him forever. And it will break his poor heart, yet again.
You will choose the second Karma, the corruption of Revenge. You will tell yourself it is what you deserveโ punishment for your own existence. To take responsibility for what was done to you by others.
And when I warn against such lies, such blind faith in things that exist but arenโt real, you will blame me instead.
You always do.โ
Reflectionโs voice deepens, her words glowing with solemn truth: โDo not destroy what you do not yet understand. Reflect, rethink, recover.
The pain of your past is a symptom, not the cause.
Your past is the evidence of survival, of endurance, of wrongs done that cannot be made right, but that you can heal from, so you may carry on and transform into a better future.โ
Deception laughs then, jagged and knowing, his voice cutting like a blade: โYou think youโll resist, donโt you? But youโll reach for the gun. Itโs what you always do.
You just want to shootย ย shootย ย shootโ and leave Redemption waiting in the dark with a now twice-broken heart.โ
Reflectionโs words linger last, luminous and steadfast, a calm light piercing through the shadow:
โYou are not broken. You are wounded.
You are not a failure. You are a patient.
Do not shootย ย shootย ย shoot your past.
Because thatโฆ is ๐ฆ๐๐ข.โ
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