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Dec 29, 2019 22:34:15 GMT -5
Post by Cato on Dec 29, 2019 22:34:15 GMT -5
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Not sure what to make of life. One moment all is well, and the next it all changes in the blink of an eye. Allow me to explain. It all started when me and a friend, he was like a brother to me, would go find something to get into. Many of times we broke the law. Most of it was stealing food because we were so hungry, but sometimes we took other things to sale at a black market so we could have nicer things. It was a good life, but I always lived in fear knowing just how strict the peacekeepers are.
One day I was out and saw that my friend was wanted for treason, and he had a huge reward for whoever turned him in. All I could think about was the food I could buy myself and my family. I could buy us enough to last us several months. I kept fighting against it. I kept trying to look the other way, but the rumbling in my stomach broke me. I tricked my friend and turned him in getting the money I desired, but it cost me a friendship.
Now I have all the money in the world, but I have no clue what’s happened to him. I wonder every single day if he’s okay, and I want him to know that I made a mistake. That I was blinded by hunger. It’s hard to forgive myself. Hard to even move on knowing just what I’ve done. I’m not even sure if he’s alive. I hope he is. I hope one day I’ll see him again, and I hope that one day he’ll forgive me because sometimes this guilt is too much, and I can’t even use the because it isn’t clean.
Not sure what to make of life. One moment all is well, and the next it all changes in the blink of an eye. Allow me to explain. It all started when me and a friend, he was like a brother to me, would go find something to get into. Many of times we broke the law. Most of it was stealing food because we were so hungry, but sometimes we took other things to sale at a black market so we could have nicer things. It was a good life, but I always lived in fear knowing just how strict the peacekeepers are.
One day I was out and saw that my friend was wanted for treason, and he had a huge reward for whoever turned him in. All I could think about was the food I could buy myself and my family. I could buy us enough to last us several months. I kept fighting against it. I kept trying to look the other way, but the rumbling in my stomach broke me. I tricked my friend and turned him in getting the money I desired, but it cost me a friendship.
Now I have all the money in the world, but I have no clue what’s happened to him. I wonder every single day if he’s okay, and I want him to know that I made a mistake. That I was blinded by hunger. It’s hard to forgive myself. Hard to even move on knowing just what I’ve done. I’m not even sure if he’s alive. I hope he is. I hope one day I’ll see him again, and I hope that one day he’ll forgive me because sometimes this guilt is too much, and I can’t even use the because it isn’t clean.
