At the end of the endless battle, the buildings are now collapsing, the fire is burning those buildings, the rain tries to stop the fire on the ground, they are full of dead bodies and blood that mixes with the rain.
I stood in the middle of the dead bodies and the destroyed building. I wrap myself with a short black coat, and black pants that are covered with blood, my hand that grips my sword now loosens as I look at the ground, where scattered dead bodies are.
I'm the survivor. I survived not by miracle, but by cost, the cost of losing every person I know. I look around, seeing many people die, but some people barely survive. Some lose their hand, some almost at the death gate. I look at them as they look at me back, I have not come to them resting after the battle.
I turn slowly, looking at a person who sat and leaned on destroyed buildings. That person is covered with a gold and white outfit. With golden blonde hair covering the face. That person in the worst condition that's there have a hold on the center of their body, with blood leaking. My eyes glared at him, finally spoke.
"Why…? Why did you do this?"
That person does not answer. I shout until my throat burns.
"TELL ME! WHAT'S THE POINT? WHAT REASON DOES A HERO HAVE TO CREATE SUCH CHAOS?"
That person is already dead; there is no indication of being alive. But I keep speaking, because silence is worse than madness.
"They were innocent. Why—"
A skull thuds at my feet. holding the skull slowly. I'm holding it like it's my only hope, but it's too la, te, as I see it's just a normal skull, nothing different.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… everyone…"
The rain poured to hide my tears, but it slowly disappeared, showing a night sky full of stars, one of the star shine the most, shining down upon me.
Tears blur the wreckage.
"Even if you're fictional… why does it feel so real..."
I whisper, losing the line between what I wrote and what I lived.
"I've died... millions of times... I keep... I keep coming back... millions of times... and every single time... In the end… I—"
A voice floats from the ruined roof, amused and small. "I see. You truly cannot change the fate of those characters."
"Those eyes… those eyes of a person who is Desperate to the end…"
That person mumbled.
I look up. On the rock, the blonde-haired guy leaned, a person I've known, a person who watched me re—tried every single times standing there and looking at me.
"It's enough. You should res—"
I cut that person off.
"NO! I will keep changing till they have a good ending…"
I said with determination.
"But… your memories…"
A smile on my face as I look at the skull I'm holding. Some shards or fragments appear around me, ready to shine again.
"I will keep trying… even if I'm not the protagonist of this story… even if I was never meant to be…"
That person smirks, looking at me consistency.
"Yeah, I can see it now. This time… you can chang it…"