• "Ah, what a cruel world this is..." I cocked my head towards the journal on my desk.

    I received no answer.

    "Ah, that's right... you cannot answer me... But maybe it depends on how you think of it. They left this world, including you, and look what this world has become."

    I got up from what was the charred remainders of the leather seat, and walked across the room to the door. Well, what was left of it.

    "Lucky them. They don't have to see what this world has become, wrecked with civil wars, and chances of full scale massacre at every corner. Who is it not to choose death? Me. I am a stupid man." I smiled sadly at the pile of ash in the corner.

    "This world is cruel, but becoming traitor to a friend is more so." A breeze blew through and ruffled my unruly hair.

    The ash was quickly carried away by the wind, in all different directions.

    "Goodbye, my friends. In the end I didn't keep my promise to depart from this now filthy world. Yes, I am a cruel person, am I not?"

    I tilted my face to the sky and took in the sunlight. The air smelt of smoke and fire, but I ignored it and let it drift towards the unknown.