If someone had told me back then how it would all end. I would have thought he was crazy. I'm probably so crazy myself because I can barely contain the big grin on my face. 

Everything went wrong. Only the rock on my back warms me, but I don't know how much longer I can stand the cold. It's particularly difficult for me to get up, but that shouldn't stop me. 

Not because I want to, but because I have to. I owe it to them. Although my body is on the verge of collapse, I move forward with sadness. Otherwise the guilt would tear me apart. 

I want to scream and curse, but what use would it be? Probably none. I don't even have the strength to cry. How pathetic. I wander around aimlessly, the snowstorm robs me of all visibility. 

"You would probably laugh at me." I whisper weakly.

My walk stops and I look up at the sky with cloudy eyes. For a moment everything around me falls silent and the cold leaves my battered body. 

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Only my gaze is strangely focused on the black, pulsating point that is struggling to push through the bed of storm clouds. He seems so incredibly close, but every attempt to catch him with my hands fails. 

Would things have turned out differently if I had held onto her hand? I don't even know how much time has passed. 

Suddenly the dot begins to move, slowly at first, but the more I focus my eyes on it, the faster it becomes. This realization pulls me out of my trance and back into the present. 

Sniffling, I try to run after him, but my legs can barely keep up. I fall powerlessly into the thick masses of snow, again and again, but I know that I can't lose the dot.

I fall to the ground again, only now the exhaustion seems to have finally defeated me. I lack the will to continue and the soft surface feels like the best bed on the entire planet. 

"Get up finally!" I hear a young woman shout. 

"You can do it!" shouts a young man's voice. 

"We believe in you!" other voices shout at me. 

How wrong they are.

And yet, with the last bundle of strength my body stands up and I look in the direction of those voices. Dark silhouettes, that's all I can see, so I limp towards them.

However, something worries me. Even as I get closer, their silhouettes don't become clearer. It's only when I stand in front of them that I realize it. They are the silhouettes of my comrades... my fallen comrades. 

I should have known that even in this situation my mind was just playing an unfunny trick on me. Nonetheless. 

"Forgive me..." I murmur as I slowly walk past them and into the endless storm.