“He’d be the kind to go out proud and, at the same time, not wanting to be here anymore would claw at him and tear at him, and he’d keep up that face for every-fucking-one, even himself.”
Frederick II of Prussia
Date of death:
August 17, 1786
psssttt, this is transparent
There wasn’t a note. He was too awesome to do something like write one of those notes. Only unawesome people wrote those notes.
He knew how to tie it. He damn well had better know how, after all his practice. He did it at an average pace; he wasn’t going to rush into it but he sure as hell wasn’t stalling.
He hadn’t told anyone either. Technically, anyway. They would try to stop him, whether for his sake or just the sake of their consciences. He didn’t want to be stopped.
He tugged the knot. It was definitely tied properly this time.
He had hinted, though. Just enough to let the people who still gave a fuck about him to know something heavy was coming. That way they could brace themselves. Because yeah, he’d be happier like this, but they’d probably flip their shit for a month or so. It would be his last act of awesomeness, kind of, to help them through the few weeks they’d be upset. After that, everyone would move on and life would get better for all parties involved. So he hinted.
He rose up easily enough, grinning a bit to himself. Finally he’d do it.
“You deserve better than me, Specs…”
He felt the rough cord around his throat, immediately feeling the calm and relief being this close to his goal gave him.
“Hey, Wes-..Luddy? Kesesese, remember when you used to follow me around like a puppy? You were such a good little bruder, even though you needed me all the time. …And you’re good now, even though you don’t need me at all.”
He let his hand fall away and nodded to himself. A sudden determination filled him.
“Gilbird…You can fly away if you want to, you know…but, West will still feed you if you stick around here, too. Do whatever you want, ja?”
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