As many of my colleagues might had wished for and agreed upon, I do believe that I should be punished for my sins.

Through weeks, a storm had been building up, gaining mass and speed along its path. Then, once it had arrived on the town it tends to strike upon, it unleashes the storm. Thunders rages, wind blows, floods breaks. There was havoc that was the peak of the built-up stresses. And though, after the agonizing and excruciating event, and as the storm calms and are blown away... all that's left is the aftermath. A destruction beyond repair. A devastating sight of failure.

At this point in time, forgiveness is one of two things. One, it shall only be given through suitable and equal punishments in the form of justice for the sinner. The sinner must feel the pains and the burden that he had bestowed upon his colleagues for the sins he had committed. It can't be given for just mere words of confessions and a few tears shed. The sinner must understand and fully grasp what he had done. Two, it does not matter anymore. It is in a point of destruction beyond return, and beyond forgiveness. The sinner then, must carry his sin to his grave in this scenario.

I had left my promise, and the consequences are endured by the people I used to love. My colleagues whom I considered my own children. I had fell into tiresome, and I was weak mentally such that I lay off my responsibilities. To add into it, I kept on closing my mouth in hopes that my disappearance would be beneficial in this situation. Thanks for being rogue against me such that I realize the hate you have towards me.

Though my isolative nature had prevented me to fully grasp the nature of the situation, one thing for sure, is that I had sinned. It is an objective truth beyond rebuttal. So then, I wish that the death of me will be celebrated and bring happiness to those whom had wished this upon me. I will not say sorry for my sins for I will not be forgiven. This is my final gift for everyone.