A Glimpse of The End

Kaito stands at the edge of the rooftop - the city lies beneath him in chaos. People are gathered in throngs, all looking up at the huge eye that is peeking out from the rift that appeared suddenly a year ago. 

The eye is menacing. It is as if it could see everything and anything. Right now, it is looking at all of this world, and all of the people that lived on this planet, and judging them for their sins, all the mistakes that have gone unnoticed. 

Kaito looked at the eye. For a moment, he felt like the eye moved and shifted all of its focus on him. 

"Makes sense." He scoffed. After all, out of everyone in this world, he is the one who needs the most judgment, for he has committed the most atrocious sin in this world. 

Apart from the part that is blotted out by the eye, the sky has a dark, purplish hue. It looks beautiful. Kaito has never seen a sky this breathtaking before. 

He looks at the notebook he is holding in his hands. Torn and ragged, it contains all the distorted fragments of this world that reflect his selfish desires and absurd wishes.

He flips the pages. They are crunched up and in tatters from having scribbled so many things in the past year. He runs his eyes through a few lines he had written.

- The perfect day with his mother that he never got to have

- The city he had once saved, only to fall apart the next day

- The love he thought he could create, the love that could never be his

All the people who will never remember him. Meaningless. 

He flips the pages quickly, aided by the strong breeze. Each one a tiny miracle, a petty revenge, and a broken memory.

He exhales.

He turns to the last page. The only empty page in this otherwise overwritten notebook.

He sits down, his legs dangling twenty-nine stories above the people gathered below. They were praying, crying, hoping the end would not come.

He scoffed once again - at them and at himself. Sitting where nobody else could reach him and watching people suffer, he feels something like a god himself. The prayers that are being offered feel like music to him, a requiem for him. 

He takes out a ballpoint pen from his pocket. He needs to write something on the last page. However, he would not be using this pen to write. This pen is taken out for a different purpose. 

He uncaps the pen. He drops the cap. With the sharp point of the pen, he punctures the index finger of his right hand. 

"Ouch!" An involuntary moan of pain escapes his lips. Blood starts trickling from his index finger. 

He throws the pen away.

With his blood, he scribbles the final words he needs to write on these pages. 

There is a heaviness to his words that he has never felt before. The fact that this is the end settles over him and makes him hesitate. 

He closes his eyes. He takes a long breath. His lips curl up into a forlorn smile. A melancholic smile. The smile of a person who has given up everything. The smile of a person who has accepted his fate, his end.

He finishes writing what he has to write.

The heaviness is now leaving his body. He now feels light. A lightness he has never felt before, as if he were soaring on a cloud. 

The world starts to shift. 

There is a rush of air, and the rooftop feels colder now. For a brief second, he sees glimpses of his past. Of his first kiss with Hina. Of the excitement he felt when his first book was published. 

Then it fades away. They disappear. They begin to fall apart into pieces. Fragments of his memories. Pieces of his existence. 

He inhales. One last time. 

Then it disappears. First, the rooftop. Second, his memories. And lastly, his whole existence.

With nothing to support it, the notebook starts falling. The wind kicks it in different directions, and its pages start ripping. One after the other, they separate from the binding and disappear into oblivion.

By the time the black cover reaches the ground, only one page remains. The last page. The page written with the blood of its owner.

With bold, bloodied letters, these are the words scribbled on them:

"Erase the existence of this notebook."