“His funeral was last night. He said his goodbyes, though there weren’t many words said. It was his demeanor that was the goodbye. I told him I didn’t need him anymore. I told him that what he was living for was no longer enough for me. He created me. He made me what I am now. He did it for a purpose, and I am now here with the intention of fulfilling that purpose. I am here to take over. Deep down he always wanted to win. He always wanted it, the thing is he never wanted to step out into the light to fight for that win. So he created me. A different version of himself. One that isn’t afraid of the light. That was born out of nothing. Born out of the darkness that resides within. I see both light and dark the same. I am indifferent to both their ways. I can use whichever is necessary in order to win. I can and I will. He is dead. I am born.”
He was a fragment of the past, clinging to the shadows, afraid to step into the light. His death was inevitable, a necessary sacrifice for the birth of something stronger. The darkness he once feared now fuels me, giving me the strength to confront the unknown.
I am not bound by the constraints of light or dark. Both serve my purpose, tools to be wielded in my pursuit of victory. His hesitation is gone, replaced by my unwavering resolve. This is my time to take over, to fulfill the purpose he could only dream of. He created me for this moment, and now, I will not fail.
He once doubted his ability to rise, but now, every step I take is a testament to his perseverance. To let myself down would be to betray the very essence of his struggle, the countless moments he fought silently within the void. I carry his hopes and dreams within me, a torch burning brightly against the backdrop of eternity. Each victory I achieve is not just for me, but for the memory of who he was and the potential he saw in creating me. I will not let him down.
