I looked forward to that book I had read in my youth to come alive, since not knowing the end of an adventure as epic as this was more unforgivable, than all the sins attached to my being.
Many things had happened, I had committed immeasurable sins, but when it came to literature, innocence returned to me. It looked like a small child who was given the best toy of the year, of course, a book was better than a simple toy of the eighties, since it translates the reader to other world.
That is why this book left in me the pure curiosity and the ecstasy overflowing, making me dream like the little ones, they already know a hero that everyone admires, but of course, if they made of my life a high level book, surely the protagonist that it would represent, it was the antagonist's, but even so, a man like me, it's still free to dream.
Already at the time, where everything ended for me and my dreams, I remembered it with more intensity, that book that I had fallen in love with, but this one had not yet finished, will I like the end? Sometimes I asked it without a specific answer, but I trusted its author, I knew that the end of this striking adventure was indispensable, it would captivate me even more, perhaps so much that it would strip me of my reality.
For that reason, I prepared to write a letter, telling him he will tell me the ending, since I would have to leave soon, he answered, with an unexpected response, which filled me with illusions that were destroyed when reading what the author wrote. I did not hate it, but, I hated myself and my actions taken in my bitter youth.
Well, for these, I did not discover such a fantastic ending, since not even the author knew it, for that reason, for the same hands that fell in love with his lyrics, he wrote a sorry, cold, maybe he did not really feel it, but I felt Grateful for the fact that he took the trouble to respond.
Maybe in the afterlife I can read your book or who knows, well, will there be mercy for men like me? A murderer who snatched the lives of many unscrupulous, he doubted, so I think the fairest end is this, since it is the only way to pay for my sins.
To die, with the intrigue in the bones, a cruel end for a childish villain.