As the rest of the world sleeps, my eyes are fixated onto the sky.
There are no lights.
No semblance of life.
Only moonlight.
The scent of blood lingers on my tongue.
My cheeks are wet.
The skies are scattered with stars, only blocked by a shadow.
A shadow belonging to a tower.
In this newfound moment of silence, I am met with my own voice.
“Why didn’t you save him?”
“How could you ⸺ him?”
I wait for a savior, a knight in shining armor.
But nobody comes.
Because he’s in that tower.
The tower that I left behind.
My only comfort is the glowing celestial body in the sky.
Then, my memory slowly starts to come back to me.
I touched his soul.
His body was dismantled into a hundred particles of light.
He asked me to do it, and so I did.
I killed ████
And I can’t ever take it back.
The only comfort is the glowing celestial body in the sky.
Right now, all I want is to savor the moment.
Forget my sins.
Forget.
And look at the moon.