Fate Project

Prelude

Goodbye.

"This is the end," he says.

"No, it is not," I answer.

We are not going to win this. Not this time. This is really the end.

I feel it. Wonderfully, miraculously, mysteriously, grandly I feel it.

And it hurts to see it in his eyes.

"Yes," he says. "For me, but not for you."

I want to die.

If feeling is like this, I shouldn't have learned, shouldn't have let, shouldn't. . .

Shouldn't have love him.

"Yes." I say.

He takes a look at me, smiles and I feel my eyes burning.

Damn it.

I feel. I feel all of it.

And I really want nothing of it.

"Yes," he repeats. "It is not the end, maybe for you."

Because I love you.

"And that means, it's not really the end, does it?" I say.

"We're connected." I continue.

"If it's not the end of me, it's also not the end of you." I try hard to continue.

"Y-you promised—" I really try hard to continue, "—if I love yo—"

"Time's up." I froze.

"Initial progress," I feel my breath draw out, "Fate project will now commence."