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Part two
Reassurance. It was all he needed. "I am a good person," he told himself, "I am good." He was alone in the candle-lit room. "You cannot keep telling yourself that," said a voice from the dark corner, "you know it to be untrue." The dagger was sharp. Running his hand along the blade he put a gash in his palm. "I've done so much for everyone, never asking for anything in return... I can't remain alone. I need someone to share the load."
"why not put the entire load into someone else's hands?" The fourth looked to the corner then lowered his gaze to the floor. "this will be your relief... your gift from the others." The candle flickered as he stood, rousing the storm in his eyes. Clearing the tears from his eyes he asked, "will i be missed?" There was a pause. "undoubtedly" He would be . Hundreds of lives had been touched by him. Hundreds would come to celebrate his life. Each would remember this day for the rest of their lives, haunted by it each year. He knew this, but only cared about one. one who he hoped would feel guilty. The one he loved. He picked up the weapon and walked to the wall, balancing the ends between the wall and his body, the tip over his heart. he took a deep breath, relaxed, and leaned forward. He felt all eight inches go through, like a shovel piercing the earth, tearing through rock and root. one final tear rolled down his face and lingered on his chin for a moment, then dropped to the ground. He was alone.
Reassurance. It was all he needed. "I am a good person," he told himself, "I am good." He was alone in the candle-lit room. "You cannot keep telling yourself that," said a voice from the dark corner, "you know it to be untrue." The dagger was sharp. Running his hand along the blade he put a gash in his palm. "I've done so much for everyone, never asking for anything in return... I can't remain alone. I need someone to share the load."
"why not put the entire load into someone else's hands?" The fourth looked to the corner then lowered his gaze to the floor. "this will be your relief... your gift from the others." The candle flickered as he stood, rousing the storm in his eyes. Clearing the tears from his eyes he asked, "will i be missed?" There was a pause. "undoubtedly" He would be . Hundreds of lives had been touched by him. Hundreds would come to celebrate his life. Each would remember this day for the rest of their lives, haunted by it each year. He knew this, but only cared about one. one who he hoped would feel guilty. The one he loved. He picked up the weapon and walked to the wall, balancing the ends between the wall and his body, the tip over his heart. he took a deep breath, relaxed, and leaned forward. He felt all eight inches go through, like a shovel piercing the earth, tearing through rock and root. one final tear rolled down his face and lingered on his chin for a moment, then dropped to the ground. He was alone.