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2. Letter

Dear...

How did it come to this? Was it something I did?

No!… it wasn’t me. I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And yet… I feel it.

The closest description of this emotion is... regret?

But, what’s there to regret? I was merely a bystander, a victim unable to act against the cruel dance of fate. I didn’t ask for any of this.

So, again. Why?

Not sure, nor does it make any sense, but… This 'regret' lingers, sharp and silent, like a cold blade pressed against my chest.

Maybe it’s not regret. Maybe it’s something else.

A sense of failure. A recognition that I’ve missed the chance to escape… to do things differently. But that’s not the truth, either... I did the best I could with it.

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The real truth? Is simple: The world isn’t fair!

People talk about hard work paying off, about a world of fairness, of earned rewards. It’s all lies. A mask over a festering wound.

In this world, talent is king. Power? Money? Connections? None of that is earned. It’s inherited, forged in the womb. You’re either born with it or you’re nothing.

As for me? I tried, okay? I tried my fucking best!

… In the end, I was betrayed—by my very own efforts.

I wasn’t born with anything. No power, no connections, no unfair advantages.

Just me. A frail soul, walking a path that was never meant for someone like me—for a weakling.

However! There is a light at the end of this tunnel! It's not always a world of cheating!

I know it!

Because I now ready myself to embrace the only thing this world offers that’s truly fair.

...

Death.

I can’t stop now. I’ve already made my choice. There’s no turning back.

The letters?

Sent.

The goodbyes?

Spoken.

The countermeasures?

Poisoned…

Good.

It is done!

So, this is it. My final farewell.

Please… I’m desperate. If there’s any justice in this universe—if there’s even a shred of mercy—let it be in oblivion. Annihilate my soul. I beg of you, erase me from the cosmic tapestry.

If it must be painful, so be it. I’m not picky.

I don’t care. I just want to fade into nothingness, to escape this world and all it has to offer.

Let this be the last thing my eyes ever see.

Let these be the last tears my soul ever sheds.

Please!

Let me rest!