Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 223

Did you find inner peace at the end? I know that the man whom you followed found the answer, but did
you? The thing about this mess which we know as humanity, our own separate ways we must go. And that
is what pulls nightmares out of their homes, leaving victims shivering at the dead of night- worming its way
into this war-torn heart, killing these hopes and dreams.
Far from interested indeed am I, about what adventures did await you. For those emotions are much more
tender, much more destructive, much more hopeful. For what you saw through your eyes wasn’t the story
that has been a saga, passed down from generation unto generation. It wasn’t a story of friendship. It had
hatred, jealousy, calamity, tiresome journeys, fear, anger… but no one knows that, do they? They see the
best parts of you which you have put forth, but never the worst of the being which cultivates even beings
like you.
But you’re the only aspect of this which I have singled out, for since I met this broken version of you,
thoughts have emerged… and from it, so much has yet to be drawn out… It’s all such a paradox, which you
are perched just atop, omniscient to the true intent behind mankind’s words… Dear friend, I understand.