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He was just sitting there, staring out around him while inwardly searching
for answers to questions he didn't know. He was lost; his life had no
meaning anymore. There was no reason to go on. He'd had it all; friends,
love, money, and a purpose but then it was all gone in the blink of an
eye. In a way he had brought it upon himself. He had pushed to quickly
towards his goal and had achieved it at an alarming price. His friends
and the love of his life were wiped out in a single battle but he had
avenged their deaths. It was over, everything was over. He had nowhere
to go, nothing to do, and no one to talk to. He was alone and it was killing
him inside. His heart longed for those he lost. His sense of longing took
over as he leaned back and started to fall. He was falling, falling for
all he had lost. He ran through his memories in his mind and in a flash
he knew this was what he wanted, what he longed for. Then there was nothing.
As the news passed around, everyone mourned the death of a hero but there
was no one left to mourn for his friends.