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Zaroff is dead. The man who housed me and my brother free of charge is dead . The man who talked to me like an old friend is dead. My brother's murderer is dead.
Soon me and Rainsford will leave. Going to anyplace but here. We will leave the last place my brother was ever seen alive. We can't take his body with us, so he will be laid to rest in place that killed him. I feel numb to the outside world we're so close to freedom but I do not care.
How do I live without him? How do I live with myself knowing that my last thoughts about he were filled with annoyance.
Rainsford says we're leaving soon. There is not enough space on the boat for all of his things, so I must chose what parts of his identity to leave behind.
Growing up all I wanted was for him to leave me alone. I got my wish in the worst way possible. And know it's just me. Alone at last.