CONCLUSION
Finally. It's all over. By the time you're reading this, I... should be... dead.

This should have happened a long time ago. I know you probably think so too. You think of me as something worthless, something fragile, only a matter of time before I became irreparably damaged. And... I guess you're right.

Maybe someone else could've lived with what happened. Someone who could've grieved properly and moved on, maybe fallen in love, maybe had friends... Legs or no legs. I am not that person, though.

I've always been a burden. Even before the accident. My head was so fucked up. Every day was a fucking gamble. I never asked for any of this. I felt like I was strapped in to the back of a car heading for a wall at 500 kilometers an hour. Eventually I was bound to crash.

My family... Mom... gave up on me. I didn't see her after the accident. I couldn't call her. She never answered. I stopped leaving voicemails because I know she hates to hear my voice now. Maybe she always did. I can't blame her. I was always... a difficult son. Some people are just born wrong, and me? I was one of them.

...And my doctors? Ha. Ha. I hate the surgeons who... "saved" me. I wish they just let me die. I've been ignored for my whole life, they could've done it for another fucking hour.

Well... Now, they're dead. And soon, I will be too.

My... only regret... is who will find me.

My special person... Sophie. I'm sorry... I'm sorry that you met me. I'm sorry if I ever scared you. I'm sorry if you ever noticed me following you home. I couldn't hurt you. I didn't want to hurt you. I just... Have never felt at home here, except when I was with you. You were.... are... my everything.

It isn't your fault. I'm sorry. I know you deserve to find someone better for you, someone who isn't broken and so damaged. I'm sorry I was too weak to wait until after your visit to blow my brains out. You don't have to forgive me, but... Please don't forget me.

...And to my doctor. Everything you've ever told me was bullshit. There is no acceptance. There is no moving on. Not for people like me. And you lied to me. You just. Didn't. Get it. No one ever has. I don't know why I thought you'd be fucking different. You were still always a liar.

...At the end of it all, I died alone. This is my conclusion; my ending. There is no relief to be felt. There is no closure at the end of this story. My life was spent in solitude, and now, my death will be, too.

Farewell, everyone.