Since I arrived in Kiervant Sky, terrible things have happened. My life has been in constant peril. I have faced the monster, the creatures so dreadful that their mere presence chilled the soul. They seemed to be hunting me, relentless and merciless.
I didn't know why they wanted me, or what fate had in store for me. But I knew this: I had survived, even just for myself. No matter what happened,
I wanted you to live free from my silhouette.
Anyway, I'm sorry, I lied about my wound.
My whole body was injured because a monster attacked me. That was why I had to cover myself up. Thus, no one could see the wounds, the bruises, the broken skin beneath my clothes.
When the monster attacked me, I was truly on the edge of death. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a fragile thread holding me to life. Just when I thought I would fall, Waylinn appeared out of nowhere. And he saved me.
I was really grateful, because now I had someone to rely on. Someone who stood by me when danger loomed. With Waylinn by my side, I didn't have to be afraid anymore. Not like before, when I was alone and vulnerable.
But sometimes, I thought it would be better if I just died. I didn't understand why I kept escaping death so many times. It felt like a miracle, but to me, it was just luck. A random chance that I survived each encounter.
At that moment, I was safe from death. But I knew that would never be the same case. There would come a day when I would not be able to escape. When death would finally catch me.
At first, I didn't want to see Waylinn risking his life for me. Literally, he was an immortal. Someone who could live forever. But I didn't want to be a burden to him. I didn't want him to suffer because of me.
I pictured Waylinn fighting a monster stronger than himself. Even though he was immortal, that didn't mean he was invincible. He could be hurt, he could be lost. Immortality didn't guarantee safety.
I realized that immortals like Waylinn were able to end up just like those monsters, broken, defeated, or worse. That thought terrifies me.
I didn't want that to happen to him. I wanted to protect him, just as he protected me. But sometimes, I wondered if I was only dragging him into danger.
Second, my death would bring happiness and relief to some. Some wished for it, who would welcome it with gladness.
It was better if you forgot me. While you were in China, I hoped you found someone who truly made you happy. Someone who could fill your days with light and laughter.
When you were in there, I was certain that my memory would fade from your mind. And perhaps that was for the best.
But if you did come back, I hoped you would visit my home and read this journal. It would be waiting for you, a silent testament to what I could never say aloud.
When you return to the USA, you might never see me again. That would be the best outcome.
Because I was not able to bear the thought of you standing by my side on my last day.
I knew too well the agony of losing the most important person in your life. It was a pain that cut deeper than any wound.
Inside this journal, I also wrote my financial passcode. You could use it to buy anything you needed. It was my last gift to you.
Goodbye
You must always be happy
He closed the book gently, as if sealing away a part of his soul. Carefully, he placed it back into the drawer, the wood creaking softly in the quiet room.
Then, reaching for a sticky note, he wrote a brief message:
Clancy, I have something for you in the drawer. I hope you like it.
He left the note where it would be easily found, a small beacon of connection amid the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
While Heka was writing, silent tears slipped from his eyes, falling softly onto the paper. The ink blurred beneath the wetness, the words mingling with his sorrow.
He carefully placed the paper on the sticky notes scattered across the desk, a quiet testament to his pain. Rising slowly, he moved to the window and gazed out at the vast sky, its endless expanse mirroring the emptiness he felt inside.
He lamented his vulnerable life. The fragility of his existence weighed heavily on him. There was nothing he could do to change his fate. He was trapped in a waiting game, counting down the days until his last.
The desire to fight, to resist, had long since faded. He knew deep down that no action on his part could prolong the inevitable.
Yet, just when despair threatened to consume him, hoping Waylinn would appear at the last moment. With a solemn expression, Waylinn bestowed upon him a soul delivery. A mystical gift that breathed life back into Heka's weary body, granting him another chance to live.
In that moment, Heka realized something profound. During their encounters, he had become too dependent on Waylinn. He found himself constantly hoping, waiting for Waylinn's arrival, clinging to the hope that salvation would come from his friend's intervention.
This dependence felt at odds with who he once was. Before all this, Heka had valued independence above all else.
He had prided himself on standing alone, relying on no one but himself. Now, he struggled with the contrast between who he had been and who he was becoming.
Determined to reclaim his true self, Heka resolved to try to break free from the chains of dependence on Waylinn. He knew it would not be easy, but he had to try.
Hence there had been moments when he stood at the very edge of death. The moment when Waylinn did not come to save him, and Marchio was nowhere to be found. In those dark times, Heka faced the terrifying truth that he might have to survive on his own.
And more than anything, he still wanted to live.