They say dead men tell no tales.

I wish I was the embodiment of that saying...
My tale ended a long time ago, and yet I'm still telling the same story over and over again. Is this the curse they spoke of ?

Who was it again... The person I didn't want to forget no matter what happened to me. My memory is starting to fade. So, this will be the last time I tell this tale. Maybe somewhere along the way our fates will change.

Let's start at the end of the beginning once more. Or should I say, the beginning of the end.