Writing.

For all we know, fate is the end of everything.

We were destined to die alone.

Your heart, filled with so much integrity, was not enough to save you. I saw you tremble as you took each step.

You were never strong enough to do this. We both know it.

What was once your sanctuary has now become like the rest of the world. Cold, terrifying, wrong.

But I look above and realise, that's where you belong.

Your eyes, filled with so much sorrow, give away the truth. What made you feel so empty?

You are the epitome of despair.