Restless Silence

"Say what you have own your mind
  To yourself and no one else until its nothing more than wasted time
  Time to hurt and time to wait
  Time to see that its too little and much too late "

-Aftermath (Koethe)

(Note: This is a work of fiction)

You never really know when a person's gonna die. Or who's gonna die for that matter.
Family, Friends, Lover... We're all equal in deaths eyes.
And no matter who dies, life goes on, and you can't do anything about it.
But really, life never just goes on.
In a way, death makes you immortal, if only in others memories...
And in that immortality, it shakes the core of those who are still mortal by living standards. If only by the impossible silence they've created with their death.
That was how it felt my best friend, Will, died.
And if you think just learning a person died was devastating, it isn't as heart crushing as being the one to find them dead.
I should have predicted it, actually. Will had always been so happy and always had this smile on his face.
You wouldn't have noticed anything was different the past few weeks until you realized that his smile was far different from the one he had before things started to go wrong.
It wasn't like he was happy.
It was more like he was refreshed. Peaceful.
And my stupid mind couldn't comprehend the difference between the two until I finally took notice.
So one day he started messaging me out of nowhere to talk. So we did. We always talked.
That was probably the last time I saw him alive.
It was that night that I realized that something was wrong.
The day, we talked about memories that passed us by. Remincing was normal, but not to the extent where it got so far to how we met. And then we talked philosophy and how the world was changing and that life just went on.
He seemed so tired and refreshed at the same time.
It was 12 midnight when I realized that, so I decided I'd just go in the morning and see if he was okay.
When I got to his flat with the spare he gave me, I found him. Slumped on his refrigerator with a bottle of pills on his right hand. Belive me, I did everything in my power to try and revive him. I was CPR certified and I wasn't about to let my best friend die.
But he did.
And the medical examiner told me he had been dead for over 8 hours. So there really wasn't anything I could do.
It was at that moment that I felt this nagging, deafening silence pierce through me as the days went by with the fact that my friend has passed on, way too early than he should have.
There was no note to why he did what he did.
But there was one video on his phone. It was the last one he ever made. Like 3 hours before his plan.
He beamed that stupid refreshed smile again at me and with unnerving graititude, he said:
"It's a wonderful day. Wonderful life. I hope everything has been wonderful. I'll see you again."
There was nothing after that. Just that smile turning into pursed lips with a faint hint of the vanishing smile and one turn of his head.
His bright, gray eyes. Tired.
And nothing.
There was no whys he left behind.
Just whys that will never be answered.
I could never comprehend why things turned out this way.
He was loved, he never showed anything to make me or any of his friends believe that anything was wrong.
That he was always just smiling at us, telling us to have a good day.
This man that I vented to when my mother died. This man, who saved my sister from drowning. This man, who touched the lives of many others...
A man who saved everyone...
And no one was there to save him.
And in his wake, he left a bone crushing silence in my heart. The mark he left on me and our friends, aching for him to come back.
But he would never come back.
And time would renew again without another one of his trustful words or his smiles.
Sometimes, you'll never get a reason, and for that reason itself, you just have to find your own way of closure.
People say it gets better. And it probably will.
But never forget to realize that pain will stick around and it can be awhile before it really does get better.
So in the days after watching my friend get buried, I contemplated how I would continue.
Should I just dive after, ask him in the afterlife myself?
But then, why?
It leaves a lot of whys.
So instead, I took my time... I took the time to grieve and appreciate that he was here for me, if only for a while.
And as time went by... I coped... I healed...
I'll never understand why... And I probably never will...
But after a while, the silence didn't pierce my heart or ears.
Instead, it brought me warmth as I cherished the memories of his immortality.
And that in itself... has let me move on....

-Authors Notes
This short story shows us how life is an unpredictable element.
That life will move on as people vanish.
And that at some point, you have to just... Move on...
-Thanos Venge

A Stranger's Pieces

I didn't know you
Not personally, Not at all
Yet I saw you in the vast interweb
And I felt you touch my soul

I wanted to know you
See your life
But it was far too late for that
After all, death doesn't take calls

I long to understand you
You and your choices
And all the sorrow you left
In exchange for the peace you've gained.

I wish it wasn't you
You who connected
To this stranger's heart
To have left of your own accord

I hope happiness is with you
Because there was nothing I could have done
All but ask
Why?

Authors Notes:
This poem is about the deceased Youtuber/Musician Nathan Wills.
I didn't know him, but I heard great things about him.
And the moment I saw him on the net, I just felt a weird connection.
With that, a sadness came over me, and I didn't know what to do.
-Thanos Venge

The Co-Pact: Intro

"No one can hear you, Not at all."
-Escalators (I The Mighty)

The City of Vinctum had a pretty beautiful park. Comparable enough to that of the likes of Eastbrick City's. Enough to get it treated as a tourist spot for its fantastic view of the shimmering buildings built with fortitude and the best materials. The mayor of the city practically laughed with pride as he muttered to himself how the owners of Eastbrick and Westbrick would eat their hearts out from jealousy.
Of course, Vinctum park was notorious for one thing.
Attacks from superpowered threats. It was practically a battle ground for heroes and villains alike.
Every town or city of the Brick Circle, as people now call the circle of towns that are parallel to East or Wesbtick, all have their own gimmick. Eastbrick had a vigilante hacker. Westbrick was a small town subject to many mysteries that never seem to leave its vicinity. Vinctum's gimmick was that they had superheroes and villains.
They're practically like Gotham or Metropolis.
Except people aren't surprised anymore. There are a lot of heroes nowadays and Vinctum was one of many cities home to various superpowered beings.
Of course, that meant that there are about at least 4 or 5 attacks every week or 2. And the local heroes usually deal with them.
Though Vinctum battles are low profile that villains around here are usually defeated in an hour. Heroes here usually immigrate to the cities where there are larger threats. And not to mention they get called to battle when a gigantic threat threatens to destroy the world. Again.
So that usually leaves the city vulnerable.
But while the buildings have been made to prevent damage, and people having enough common sense to get out of the way, the villains here, while often mediocre at best, are still that. Villains.
Of course, there are some high class villains that pose a real threat, such as Ragdoll, a metahuman capable of creating high strength, high capacity cloth that can't be cut with any old knife, and Trip, a junkie with acid powers. Those two, who are attacking the park right now to try and get a bunch of college students in a photoshoot to give them their money and equipment, were a sinister force to be reckoned with.
And since there's a gigantic alien somewhere down in New York, that left this city virtuallly helpless.
Almost.
If push comes to shove, Vinctum had one more group of heroes that they could call upon.
Though this group was an uncanny bunch that didn't seem to fit like any ordinary puzzle.
The Co-Pacts.
A group of super powered humans who grouped up to cooperate on a pact they made. To this day, the citizens have no idea what sort of pact they had. But its what keeps them together.
"So, what have we got?" Dressed in a detectives trenchoat and face covered with a masquerade mask designed like a set of playing cards, Razor Flush was the defacto leader of the team. While he didn't want to, opting for a democratic teamwork, the team had occasionally needed directions and he was usually the first to direct and notice things. "Aren't you being a little too petty?"
 Ragdoll stretched his cloth hands, extending them towards Razor Flush. Of course, it was useless. The cloths had been diced into tiny pieces before Ragdoll could strike. Razor Flush's playing cards fluttering from where Razor Flush threw them.
Razor Flush had the ability to manipulate an objects density and sharpness. A mix of Picnokinesis and Aciukinesis. And so with that, he usually manipulated playing cards into becoming dagger-like projectiles.
"Maybe you need a trim." Razor Flush revealed a bunch of sharpened cards from out of his trench coat sleeeve and took a step forward to Ragdoll.
Of course, that just wasn't enough of a threat to Ragdoll as he tried again, trying numbers to overwhelm Razor Flush.
But of course, that meant the second member of Co-Pact stepped in.
The cloth, now frozen in ice, were all sliced off by a single stroke from Fencer's blade.
Fencer, clad in a graceful gold combat skirt and fencing coat and her own special mask, is a metahuman gifted with the power of Aqua and Cryokinesis from a gene splicing experiment gone wrong, made number two in Co-Pact's numbers. She fights gracefully with her sword and fencing, hence her name.
"You seriously need to give it up." She said.
Trip was the next to attack, showering them with green acid.
Of course, it didn't hit. A sacred light engulfed the liquid and burst them into nothing. A feat only Sacreed could have done. A young man with the power of Light gifted to him by another hero. He is practically the definition of a comic book hero. Not to mention his outfit was one with all the stereotypical things on it. A logo on the chest and a cape Edna Mode would never approve of.
"Miswire, a hand?"
"I gotcha." Miswire, the youngest member of the team, is a teenager gifted with the Technokinesis and Electrokinesis from being electrocuted during a freak blackout. She's suited up in a black skin tight outfit with a off shoulder top and miniskirt filled to the brim with gadgets over it.
With a snap of a finger, She stunned Trip into submission and Razor Flush Pinned Ragdoll down into the ground.
"Let's cut to the chase." Razor Flush snorted as he said that. "We either beat or kill you, or you leave with your tails between your legs and call it a day."
This was one of the reasons why Co-Pact wasn't a person's first call for help.
The team had a practically gray moral line. With Sacreed being the sole hero to uphold the usuall superhero morals of being pure and good.
Razor Flush, more of a mercenary in attitude, could care less about the methods or lives. Not to mention he was a dirty fighter. Fencer, though fighting fairly and usually gracefully, was not above killing those who she thought needed to go. And lastly Miswire, though not as easy to justify killing, is willing to commit certain acts that couldn't be considered ethical at times. And she was one to beat someone into submission if she had to.
Of course they gave chances. So Ragdoll and Trip surrendered. They were arrested and the team dispersed, uninterested in interviews.

#

It took them a while to actually get along and actually be friends.
So a few months ago, it would have been strange watching them eat pizza together at a local restaurant.
"So, what do you think about this Thanos Venge kid from Eastbrick?" Miswire asked, her interest in hacking attracting her to the famous vigilante of Eastbricj.
"Eh.. I'm not impressed." said Razor Flush as hesliced the pizza with his nail. "He gets people to pay him to avenge them. He's a mercenary, not a hero. Besides, I heard from a friend the last two battles he saw the kid fighting, he almost died if he hadn't had a gun to shoot them with. He's probably not impressive in combat."
Fencer nodded. "I agree. He should stick to his computers and mind his own business."
"But technology is sooo much fun. The way he executes justice like that... I want to know who he is!"
Sacreed laughed. "Well Miswire, if you really want to know, can't you just use your powers to hack him?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I want to find out myself without cheating like that." The Co-Pact looked at her, unbelieving.
She groaned. "Fine, his thousands of computer protection is too much even for me to crack."
A grin emit from Razor Flush. "Hmm. Maybe he isn't so bad after all."
His watch beeped and he stood, a slice of pizza still in his hand.
"Leaving so soon?" Fencer asked.
"I got work. Unlike the rest of you, I happen to like my day job."
"You should quit." Sacreed said. "Its really only gonna get in the way."
"You'll understand someday, Holy Breath."
He waved goodbye, gulping the pizza in one bite, and ran out of the restaurant.
The rest of them followed suit after having the leftovers bagged.
All of them, with a story to tell, continued on as they split from their circle.
Just another day for the Co-Pacts.

-Author Notes
This has been a lingering idea of mine for a while now. I'll probably upload art as well.
Expect a prologue of the Co-Pacts, detailing how they came to be, individual chapters for each character, and even more stories, leading up to their current team.
Hope to see you again!
Arrivaderci

-ThanosVenge

Clouds Under Gravity

"Cross your Heart and Hope to Die
  Swear that you won't tell no lie"
-You Can Run (Adam Jones)

Suicide is a strange sensation.
You can never really tell what goes on your mind as the final gasps for air escapes your lung. Of course, this is strictly speaking for Hanging or Drowning. It may apply to Jumping or pills if you live long enough to feel the effects. Guns are a little more immediate for any thoughts during the process though.
But I digress.
When a person begins to die, the thoughts that lead up to a premature death can differ for everyone.
But there's always two things that will enter your mind. And two outcomes.
"I'm dying. This is it. It'll all be over soon."
Or
"Oh God, no. I can't do this."
And what follows is either you die and it does all end. Or that you live, and the attempt fails.
What comes after is entirely up to the results. A chain reaction of bewilderment, confusion, and chaos follows after. Like a storm beginning to ravage a small, peaceful town.
I'm sorry, that's a gross miscalculation.
It was never a peaceful town, nor did the storm just begin.
It was always there.
A storm of dire, empty, angry, and sad thoughts.
The town of Quartz was a depressing rural town where people kept to themselves and didn't trust the majority of everyone.
That was the most ironic thing, considering small towns produces strong, united communities.
No, the only thing that goes around here is gossip and meaningless relationships.
In this town, there are only 4 people that I trusted.
But my older brother was long gone from a car accident.
And my mom is away at least half of the year. I never knew my Dad. He died before I could care about him.
So that leaves my older sister, Hannah, and my friend Nicholas.
I'm almost sad to leave them to be honest.
In the past few years, I've watched people leave and never come back from this place.
Everyone in Quartz wants to leave this place as soon as possible because behind the quiet and peaceful vibe this town has, it wasn't a secret that this place was a valley death.
High accident rates, Suicide Capital of the East Coast, and the most miserable atmosphere ever known to man.
I've watched this town break men into tears and make smiling children cry.
But the worst of it all was Quartz High.
A teenage wasteland for the faint of heart.
The students here keep to themselves unless you were born with the magic ticket called talent or had the guts to speak out.
The only person that can actually stand this place was Nicholas.
"You're food's getting cold, Mark." He'd tell me as I stare blankly at the food our school gives out.
Over the years I've lost any desire to live or leave.
Shackled into this weary life after you spent your ticket.
Yes, I had a ticket once.
Me and my brother.
We were both gonna get out of this town and start actually living.
He had the art. I had the vision.
But there wasn't a point anymore. He wasn't here anymore. No one else can make my visions come to life. My mother wasn't here. My father was never here. And eventually, my sister will one day leave me. And Nicholas will.
I'm alone in this empty world where no one is really here.
Sometimes I envied Nicholas and his optimistic point of view.
"Do you think my hair looks nice? The summer weather really is setting in." he would say to me, showing of his short, spiky hair. Though it is a summer weather, him wearing a jacket is a glaring contradiction.
"I really want to get out of here." He pauses. "Go somewhere cold."
I may not have any desire to leave this place, but I do want to leave. This world.
But for some reason, he thinks I want to leave Quartz and start something.
"You understand, don't you?"
I just nodded to satisfy him.
The only thing that really stops me right now is how my actions would affect the few people I do trust. And that it would be too painful.
If there's one thing Quartz was good at, it was keeping guns away from peoples hands. So a swift death wasn't going to be an option. As far as I know, only Nicholas' father owned a gun. And he was a cop.
"You ever wonder what it feels like to the people who get shot and die?" He'd ask me when I mention his dad. "Not that it matters. Barely any criminal here. Its pointless."
As he said this to me for the last time, he popped an aspirin for a headache he had. As he did, he looked so calm. Ever so calm..
It was in that day that I realized I could just down a couple of the pills my sister, who is also a nurse, keeps at the cabinet. I could just shovel them down my throat and sleep tonight. And hopefully my sister doesn't notice me.
That day I decided to leave, I had already lost any conscience of how this will affect people. Sometimes you really have to let things go if it meant getting things done.
Besides, I already made a bunch of letters before I go.
When I got home from school, I checked to see if my sister was around. She wasn't. An all nighter most likely.
So I went straight for the medicine cabinet.
But of course, someone had to knock on the door.
It was Nicholas.
"Hey." He still had that soothing look on his face. "I just wanted to drop by and see if you wanted to play some Diablo III with me and just hang out. Like old times."
I just had to entertain him, wait for him to go home.
As we spent hours mindlessly killing monsters, I began to feel some of the doubts come back to me. Nicholas, who spent the hours with me to play and chat about how things change so quickly and about life in general, made a lot of my anxieties about death resurface.
"There's so much out there. I wish I could reach them."
"You will." I say, to the only person I know capable of doing it.
He smiled. "Thanks. I know you will too." And that sort of hits me hard. Can I reach them?
He dropped the controller and began standing up. "I need to get home. Its getting late." It was 5 in the afternoon, but I suppose his dad would worry.
"Keep the game. People will come by here more if you had it." He says. "Bye."
I watched him get on his bike and pedal home.
So much out there huh?
I guess in a way, Quartz was just a starting place in a world of possibilities. But can someone so broken like me reach them?
This made me rethink of tonight. Hold it off perhaps for tomorrow.
That day, I was the one to find Nicholas at school. go on with our day and reach the cafeteria at lunch.
"I thought about what you said. And I don't know. Can I really reach out to the world?"
He smiles. "Of course you can. Even with the people you lost, what's in that great mind of yours can never be taken away. Even if your brother wasn't here, that shouldn't stop you from chasing what you wanted."
"But let's be honest Nick. If anyone's reaching anything out there, it's you."
He chuckles. "No I won't."
"You're being pessimistic. Why won't you reach anything?"
"Because I'm not even here in the first place."
That was true. He wasn't here. Never was. This conversation we had was nothing but my imagination trying to stop me from processing this day.
Today, Nicholas didn't come to school. He never will.
He was found in his room with a gunshot wound to his head.
Nicholas had been dead since that night. His father had been on the job and his mother had went to relatives for the week, and his sister was in college. Nicholas had no neighbors since they lived at the edge of the residential district where no one lived.
He had only been found when his father went into his room to wake him up for school.
So you ask what really is happening today as I attempted to fabricate this little scene with me and my dead friend?
I'm at the hospital, outside the morgue with my sister. Nicholas' father slumped down to his sides, crying for his baby boy to come back to him.
"There were letters on his person when he died." The mortician handed me a letter. "This is for you."
With it my name was written in his familiar cursive penmanship and his favorite blue pen.

In every Darkness, there's always a chance that a light will come out to guide you.
Mark Gibson, there is still light in your darkness.
While mine has faded, yours is far from it.
Reach out and escape from here.
Its too late for me, but don't let this chance slip you away.
-Nicholas Hayes

This was incredibly hypocritical and unfair.
Darkness and Light? Escape?
Why couldn't he see for himself these words he had written?
It was only later, when I visited him, that I found out.
Nicholas had been cutting himself for the past few months. It explained the jackets.
His mother didn't leave for their relatives like Nicholas had previously told me. She had been on the run after his father had found her threatening him if he told anyone about the physical and sexual abuse she had been inflicting upon him.
Regardless to say, he had been on a manhunt for his wife, that's why he had been out for a while.
Nicholas had also started to fail his classes, which I never noticed because I had been too busy trying to think of a way to die.
And he had dropped photography club for unknown reasons, despite loving photography.
This also traced back to his mother, who had kept taking pictures of a feeble Nicholas, weakened from her assaults.
I was excused from school that day. I spent the entire afternoon lying down on the couch, playing Diablo III.
I never noticed any of my tears streaking down my cheek today. I was dead silent.
As I brushed my teeth after eating my microwaved dinner, I thought to myself.
Did Nicholas get out of here like he wanted?
Did he get what he wanted?
Was it better for him to end his pain?
Was there really light in the darkness? The happiest person I know couldn't live with the darkness, no matter how much light he seemed to radiate.
Why did he leave me? Why do people keep leaving me?
Maybe that means I should just leave too.
But how should I even leave? Where would I go? Do I try to find this light or wallow in darkness?
And at that moment, in the sink, I saw the bottles of pills I prepared.

Mirrors

In front of me I faced myself
A parallel fashion but definitely me
Mimicry is its talents
Yet does it yield the same heart I do?

Arms up, twitch of a nose, frown
A smile, A blink, hey even a bow
Down to every mole in my body
And still I wonder if its still me

The mirror holds nothing but truth
It wont lie, and it'll know if you lie
So none of the pretentious clothes
Or honeyed words will sway it

Truth be told, its a pain
Seeing the mimic be there
And I want to pull him out
Because in the end, I know he is me

Take my hand
Along with this emptiness and darkness
Break this glass divider
Crossover into this falsehood

Be with me, my other self
For I wallow in this self centered disgust
And the only one who can help is this parallel
But you're not here

And so, I scatter in the emptiness of me

The Theory of Fading

"See me as I really am
I have flaws and sometimes I even sin
So pull me from that pedestal
I don't belong here"
-Halo (Bethany Joy Lenz)

People like it when light is shined upon their faces.
Personally, I like to think I'm photosensitive to that kind of stuff.
I'm not one to enjoy any attention given to me. The world of the faceless crowds is so much more peaceful in a world where attention elicits a mass of speculation and countless opinions that makes you insecure every time you hear 4 or 5.
Trust me. I'm surrounded by people who are so much more than another piece of the peanut gallery.
When people ask about the students of Blaze high, they talk about Honor Student Michelle Grey or athlete Freddie Tran or talented actor Vin Sage and his equally talented singer sister Ginny Sage. Basically the Trailblazer circle.
But when you hear the name Mike Hart, you think "Hmm... Wasn't he that nobody who hung around the trailblazer kids. Or that generic white teenager that walks around the school with a bunch of cool friends.
But no one really knows me. Not even when Michelle gave a passing mention of my name during her valedictorian speech or when Vin thanked me for his Oscar in the years after.
Unlike my very fortunate friends, I've done nothing but work in the shadows. It doesn't bode well for me when I draw any sense of attention towards me.
After all...
The attention that my friends got was what ultimately drew them apart. In the end, in these past years as a young adult, the trailblazer circle had successfully created inspiration with their success. However, this was at the cost of what drew us all together.
And in the end, from the shadows, I'm the only link left in this circle falling apart.
I remain the single thread that these people of power have left to bind them. Because behind the authority and strength they express to the public eye, they have been broken down by the standards and expectations it has brought down unto them.
Michelle may have been an honor student, but behind the closed doors of her room when I visit her to help her study, she cries and no no one ever knows. The slits on her wrists show a struggle to keep herself in control. In this day, as a senator, Michelle has been stricken with nothing but grief and constant worry over politics. No longer did she just talk about it in a spew of annoyance, she had to be careful what she says lest she be overrun by the public just waiting for her to slip up.
Ginny is a touring musician surrounded by adoring fans, but from when she was building her career up until now, all she ever knew was a life on the road and a crowd of people that want to use her or spite her. And behind every curtain, she wraps her hands around her head and sits in a corner until she can shut the voices in her head telling her she's no good.
Poor Freddie, an overworked basketball player pulling a team of overconfident jocks and practically running himself ragged trying to keep himself stable. But its hard when everyone is trailing you with the intent of exploiting what is apparently his true self. What a bunch of shit, these tabloids say really.
Of course, he never has it as hard as Vin Sage, who has to hire a body guard to keep people who see him from lunging at him. Crazy paparazzis stalking him everywhere he goes. Crazy fans picking up anything with his DNA on it.
And where am I in all this?
I'm the nobody who they dump their problems on.
I'm just a guy who works in front of a computer everyday for a small scale video game company and the few friends who do know about my high end friends are so surprised about my connection with them.
And yet, every time a political upheaval arises, I'm the first person Senator Grey calls. Whenever Great Vin Sage's movie needs an extra to fill the background, I'm on a set mumbling a bunch of random words or pretending to be dead. When Number 14 Tran needs a drink from a heavy day. I'm already in the bar with him. Swatting away incoming fans. When Ginny is in a slump, I'm the first person she wants to share what she's made.
And when I'm done, they go on with their lives.
Why don't they call each other anymore instead you ask? Well when they've been in the same big spotlight, they tend to be put in conflict and they just don't talk anymore.
And I end up as the councilor.
It's a shame really.
As a person who has been burned by the light before I moved to Blaze High, this was exactly what I was avoiding when I made friends. All I wanted was to support them and it's brought about nothing but success to their lives. Every little favor that I did for them but kept my name out of to avoid my previous pain has instead brought them to the same position I was in when I was in middle school.
I so miss the days when we were all just faceless people going on with their lives.
Instead, they drift apart and refuse to make up, they deal with their S level troubles and I'm expected to save them now as if it was high school.
So in the end, after I finished working on the very first game our company has made, I finish a graphic novel I made on the side and I intend to cash in a bunch of favors.
But its not about the money or about the fun stuff.
Suffice to say, when all my friends arrived at the cake place we used to go to when we were all still just friends, they sat awkwardly in a circle, trying to avoiding eye contact.
And soon I arrive as well.
"This is goodbye." I say.
My friends looked up in startled panic.
"What do you mean?" Freddie says.
I chuckled. "Well. I mean it's optional."
The group stared at one another before returning their gaze to me.
"Where are you going?" Michelle asks.
"To melt into the crowd and fade away."
I spot Vin lean toward his body guard in a nearby booth, trying to say to watch over me in his worried panic.
"I'm not going to kill myself you idiot."
He clears his throat and sits still. "Then what do you want?"
I placed the graphic novel on the table. "If you don't get what this is, then you haven't been paying attention. I will fade away and in theory, you may never find me again. But I'm giving you all the one chance to keep me around. But what does a Senator, Actor, Singer, and Basketball Player need me for. This circle we had was never tense the first time we met. But now it's frigid. In recent days, I've been turned from a friend into a personal rant hotline. I've never asked you all for anything and it was enough for me that you're happy. But you're not. And this is may be the last attempt I'll have to fix what you all broke with your time in the light."
"You're not making much sense." Ginny says, a frown planted on her face. "Just spit it out."
"So impatient." I stand, pausing for a wistful second. "I want you all to read this graphic novel and see if you value this nobody enough to make up. All you know is the tale of your lives. But how about from my eyes? I will leave this shop and disappear into the night. I will change my number by the end of the day. If you truly value what well had, then I will hear a genuine call from all of you before this day ends. And I will see if anything was repaired. Otherwise... It's goodbye."
I walk away from the stunned group, walking toward the exit and ignoring any call to return. They must be dumbfounded to read The Eyes of Hart by Blaze Mann.
But there's a sliver of hope they understand as I melt into the crowd of the town.
Will they make amends and call? Or will they go on with their lives.
Who knows?
I can tell you how this story ends. But it's up to you how you think this will all end.

XV

In 2 more days, Final Fantasy XV will finally be released into the public
(Though some people HAVE managed to attain early copies. *mumble*...Lucky bastards...*mumble*)
And in light of the upcoming game, I'd like to talk about it.
If you don't know what Final Fantasy is, you're either a normie who have never ever in your life have ever touched a video game and avoided them like the plague or someone who lives in a cave. Final Fantasy is extremely hard to miss since its a game that's spawned 15 mainline games, and various many spin offs (I especially love the tactics series and Dissidia. Tactics Advance and 1 having a special place in my heart because it is the first FFs I officially played through. X first mainline.)
Final Fantasy XV, Then called Final Fantasy Versus XIII was part of the Fabula Nova Crystallis series of the Final Fantasy Games, meaning they fell under the same universe and rules that fell under Final Fantasy XIII (You know, Lightning, hallway maps, L'Cie, and the such). Such games included were sequels such as XIII-2 and associated games like Type-0.
Final Fantasy Versus XIII's first trailer was released around 10 years ago along with Final Fantasy XIII. I remember this specifically after seeing it in youtube about a year later when I discovered it from a friend. How could I have missed it when Noctis practically slaughtered that army in a bloody warp frenzy?
So in my giddy Final Fantasy love, I waited for news to come out for it even though the chances I had at the time to get such a game was low since I didn't have a Ps3 at the time cause my parents wouldn't buy me one. But that doesn't mean I couldn't just force one of my friends with a Ps3 to buy it right? Uh...hehehe...
I mean, I could just watch it on youtube until I have the chance to buy my own copy and console.
Of course, unlike most of the games I played in the spanning years of its development, I heard nothing more about Versus XIII (Which I promptly forgot about for a while) until they released the trailer with Stella.
It seemed typical at first so I didn't really pay mind (Especially since no one had made a video of the one with subs on it)
Then they released the one with the Stella vs Noctis part.
Do you have any idea how much my eyes widened when I saw something as unorthodox such as this in a Final Fantasy game. The hero and the established heroine locked in combat.
It was just a few seconds, but I was one of the people who fell totally in love with Stella and wished to see this come to fruition.
Then more radio silence until come 2013.
I was going through youtube, minding my own biz until there. I saw it. The sudden spawning of the trailer vids for Versus XIII (Now branded as XV) and Kingdom Hearts 3.
My heart leapt, and was practically stomped on, when I saw it.
I loved, loved, LOVED the trailers, but felt myself even more depressed knowing I wouldn't be able to play them yet, especially now that they moved it to Ps4.
And you know what? I decided that I was going to play this game. No matter what.
No matter the cost.
Every week, my parents supply me with a good amount of money for my allowance and instead of splurging them all like a normal college student for food or novels, I saved my money.
I watched my money as carefully as possible every week while watching for any new Final Fantasy updates.
You wouldn't believe how okay I was with eating cheap and even just going home to save some lunch money.
In a year in a half, right before december, I have saved at least half of the amount needed to purchase a Playstation 4. I was extremely proud of myself and counted down the months I needed until I saved enough to buy one.
Then one day in that december of 2014, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas.
I was a little disoriented cause I had just woken up.
"I don't know." I said. "You know what I really want so I don't really know what else I want. But a Playstation 3 would be nice." My parents had mentioned that they were willing to buy me a Ps3 now, though there were few games I had in mind that I wanted to play in the Ps3 era at the time. Mostly Persona 4 Arena and Persona 5 when it comes out. I figured since they're offering a free console, why not just take it. I could still save for the ps4.
Then... Out of the blue, my father said "What about a Ps4?"
I was fully awake at this time.
"But." He said. "You're going to pay for half of it."
I jumped the gun immediately and paid for half when the day we went to purchase a Ps4 came. That was the happiest moment in my life cause I knew that I was now in the current generation of consoles and that I had the chance to play 3 of the games I've waited forever to play when they come out.
Final Fantasy XV. Persona 5. And Kingdom Hearts 3.
Final Fantasy XV being the first priority.
The extent of my love for Final Fantasy and Square Enix was powerful enough to drive me to become so frugal with my money that I've become a thrifty person in general and it's helped me when I plan on getting something and always be stable when it comes to money.
Back to final fantasy, I've monitored the activity Square Enix makes every day for the past 2 years. I'm not joking.
Every day, I open google news and the first thing I type in is Final Fantasy. (Followed by KH, Persona 5, Silent Hill, Paramore, Veronica mars, and stuff I don't want to tell you I look up)
That happens like 2 or three times a day to this very day.
And if that's not enough, I watch around the twitter and facebooks of Square Enix and Final Fantasy, and have tried to watch the live streams of the ATRs. (Though I only ever caught up to like 3 because of time differences.)
My journey along with the other FF fans with this game has been a long one filled with joy and sadness (RIP Stella, you will forever be engraved in my heart. I just hope Luna does you the justice you deserve. But that worries me.)
And now that 2 days approach, I await. Pre-order receipt and presaved money for the game and season pass in hand.
It's been a long time coming.

-ThanosVenge