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I never understood you. And I don't think I ever will.
You were.. hard to figure out, in a way. I didn't really ever know why.
There is nothing left to save anymore. You still try anyway though, since nobody has decided to tell you when enough was enough, you try over and over again, but in the end you couldn't even save yourself. It's honestly pathetic at this point.
I didn't want your pity. I never did. I didn't understand why you wanted to befriend me in the first place.
But you seemed to always care for me, always be there, as if I couldn't escape your presence. We'd always find each other no matter what had happened.
I've thought that, maybe, if we just never met, that this wouldn't happen. Maybe life would've been easier for you, and you wouldn't need to worry about anything.
But it couldn't happen. This is how the story was supposed to go, and we were never meant to interfere.
I took another step forward. The wind picked up again.
You should give it up already. It's not going to work. You never learn when to stop fighting. There is no chance.
I don't think I could ever stop you.
Sometimes I've wished that you'd already forget about me. Why is it that you can't let go? Why can't you let it rest already? I've tried so hard to be forgotten, but you've always kind of just held me in your memory.
Do you really think I'm that special of a person?
I hold my breath again.
I think that it's funny that I loved you. I thought I knew that this would happen. I shouldn't let my emotions get to me when it comes to you, but I did.
I don't think I'd ever want you to know that I did love you, though. It would only make this worse.
When I look back at my surroundings, I see no way out. Because this is the only way. There is no other choice for me.
I don't know why you still wait for me to come back. You seem to know that I'll never be there, but you show up again and again just trying to see if there's a day that I actually will.
Eventually, you'll give up.
Eventually, you'll realize where I've gone.
Maybe when you do, you'll finally stop worrying about me, and finally be able to sleep well again.
I do hope that you can live your life normally without thinking of me again. I hope you're able to finally move on and forget that I was ever by your side. I really did wish that this wasn't how it ended, but I think that you'd had already known that it would end like this.
I look back down. I'm glad you aren't here with me. I don't want this to be your last moment with me. I'd never wish that upon you.
I start falling again, and the only thing I can see is light. There is no coming back.