Not really a story, more of a short reflection. I took some inspiration for it from my real life, but most of it is obviously fictitious. Be very critical of spelling/grammar errors, as they probably aren't coincidental (considering I'm not a native English speaker).
Goodbye.
You’re pitiful, like a child stunted in its growth. Still stuck in the same routines as you were years ago, your flaws painfully obvious and fully explored. Your emaciated face shows traces of beauty long gone and how the only thing about you that progressed is your age. A mere human, in all his frailty.
It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when I looked up to you. Your intelligence, your strength. You had a complete understanding of me and my abilities... my fear, my doubts, my insecurities. It was you who gave me back my confidence, made me live up to my potential. You fired opinion after opinion at me and never stopped criticizing me when I thought differently. Fighting you day after day made me strong and before long I reached your level.
Something changed. I considered us equals, but you kept going on about my superiority. That’s when I realised, it was you who was the insecure one. Our conversations gradually became less interesting, because your rigid way of thinking became all too easy to pick apart. Then one day you admitted I was a constant reminder of everything you failed at. Shortly after, you left.
Looking down at your corpse, I feel no remorse. You were barring my way to that woman and I took matters into my own hands. It was you who taught me I should overcome whatever obstacle to get what I want. There’s no doubt she’ll come running to me upon discovering your body. I’ll offer her consolation, and then some. It was the perfect crime, no one will ever suspect it was me. The battle is over, I win.
Who am I kidding? It was never about her. I never stood a chance, for I never stopped idolizing you. In that moment of weakness when I took your life, you took mine as well, as I will forever be burdened by my sin. That faint smile around your lips... you knew!?
Goodbye.
You’re pitiful, like a child stunted in its growth. Still stuck in the same routines as you were years ago, your flaws painfully obvious and fully explored. Your emaciated face shows traces of beauty long gone and how the only thing about you that progressed is your age. A mere human, in all his frailty.
It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when I looked up to you. Your intelligence, your strength. You had a complete understanding of me and my abilities... my fear, my doubts, my insecurities. It was you who gave me back my confidence, made me live up to my potential. You fired opinion after opinion at me and never stopped criticizing me when I thought differently. Fighting you day after day made me strong and before long I reached your level.
Something changed. I considered us equals, but you kept going on about my superiority. That’s when I realised, it was you who was the insecure one. Our conversations gradually became less interesting, because your rigid way of thinking became all too easy to pick apart. Then one day you admitted I was a constant reminder of everything you failed at. Shortly after, you left.
Looking down at your corpse, I feel no remorse. You were barring my way to that woman and I took matters into my own hands. It was you who taught me I should overcome whatever obstacle to get what I want. There’s no doubt she’ll come running to me upon discovering your body. I’ll offer her consolation, and then some. It was the perfect crime, no one will ever suspect it was me. The battle is over, I win.
Who am I kidding? It was never about her. I never stood a chance, for I never stopped idolizing you. In that moment of weakness when I took your life, you took mine as well, as I will forever be burdened by my sin. That faint smile around your lips... you knew!?
