My dearest brother, how can I ever repay you for what has happened? For my idiotic mistake? Even if we made it together. I should have known better, but my judgment was clouded. So how can I even expect you to forgive? All because my heart clinged to the past, I shattered your chance to live.
I knew the laws, better than I knew anything else, but that didn't stop me. I had my goal in sight and nothing could pull me away from it. Not even your words of warning. Oh, how I wish I could return your wasted breath. But I can't. For there is no cure for death.
How can I make amends for everything I have taken from you? You followed the hopeless dream I had envisioned, and now I regret ever thinking of the idea. For leading you by that dream, my brother, I was a fool.
Don't cry for the past, dear brother. There is nothing we can do about it now. Neither you nor I are free from the blame of our actions; me for feeding you the idea, and you for helping me. The things we did were unforgivable and inerasable. We are both to blame, for the path we took was the same.
Our beautiful mother, her voice soft and sweet. She did not deserve her fate. She was supposed to stay with us forever, but life so cold and cruel. I was so caught up in my own grief to think clearly as I convinced you to help me. We did our best to reach her from the past, but that was not to be.
My dreams made me blind to what could happen when we tried. And I was mute during the consequences. My heart and mind longs for the times we once had, whole and happy. But now I follow my path without a word, just hoping that those times will once again come back to us. Brother, the fault is mine for taking all of that away from you.
So what are we to do now? Now that we have paid the price for our actions. And how are we supposed to forget and forgive? Things were not supposed to end like this, but what is gone is lost forever. Now the only thing we can do is live.
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