Don't think of me.

Even when the last summer flower fades, tinged by the violet sun, even when the last star fades from the sky ans the earth cracks with a mighty roar, don't think of me. I don't want you to think of me, I just want you to remember me, not fading away, but whole. Because I won't think of you as only shadow. I want you to see me as I once was, not how I am now, a wandering spirit. Do not linger over me.

Don't cry for me.

I am happy now, with my family and friends that have long since passed on, the shadows of their graves turned to dust. I want you to be happy too. I was never meant to be this way, fated only to die, so that others might live. I have been so lonely for so long, a stranger in a foreign land, a pilgrim in an unholy land. I never belonged here and you know that. Now, I am home.

But I want you to remember me.

I will always remember you. You gave me humanity when I had none. You gave me something that I could never have had without you. You taught me mercy when I was merciless, compassion when I was remorseless , and friendship when I had none. You gave me so much, and yet, I had nothing to give you.

Most of all, you gave me my freedom.

As I go on through the afterlife, to have my heart weighted and judged, I want you to go on through your life. I want you to grow old, live a fruitful life, something I never had. I want you to find someone who cares for you from the depths from their soul, to complete you. Don't mourn for me, don't linger and fade away for me. I am not worth dying over.

And perhaps, the gods will take into account all that you gave and taught me and spare me, for as I said, I gave you nothing.

Thank you again, for everything.

Don't think of me.

But I want you to remember me.