(1) I want to go back..

To the times where I felt safe and laughed freely. To the times I was just like them. To the times I lived. But now those times, you're just a part of me, for all your pain and joy, now they make up no more than mere chapters drowsed in nostalgia. And the words linger, so close but hidden and stored in the past. I'll be like that soon, just like how you were once like me. Soon, we'll all meet together for the final time, accompanied by all our others, as we mark our journey towards the final chapter. Till then, I'll steadily finish off my turn and join you as we slowly ascend further in time, further into our story and closer to our end. Thank you for all your sacrifices. But now, now it's about time I make my own. For I may just be one part of many, the part after the last, and the part before the next, but altogether, we're more than just mere chapters drowsed in nostalgia. We're the parts that come together to make up the end, we're the endless emotions and words conveyed in a way only we understand, we're the present and we're also the past, and we will also soon be the future, until we are no more, only remnants of what once was and what shall no longer be. But our story will stay (1)