Einar walked out of the alley and into the streets. The moon was shining brightly like a candle on its last throes. Soon, the day will come, and yet he has never slept since then. Einar thought how his body has become so inhuman. Einar wanted to be human. That was what he was in his day as a human.

He took a stop and watched a peddler pull his goods out of the way. Einar greeted the peddlers with a nod and continued walking down. The alleys and streets were quiet compared to the hustle and bustle hours ago. The shoulder-to-shoulder traffic was gone. Einar felt like he was free to do whatever he wants.

“I wonder if I can do that stupid shit like dancing while nobody is around,” Einar, no, Nolan said bitterly. “Ah, really, how do I even, tsk, I don’t really understand where is my mind now? Am I young? Am I old?”

He smiled bitterly. In truth, he was having a hard time keeping his personality intact. He grew up to become an old man, turned young, grew old, turned young and suddenly he became a baby and then grew up to act like a teenager. It was strange to him, this cycle of life that he found himself in.

“I should be lucky,” he thought. “I am a man who has lived for so many times. I witnessed saving a world and fought someone powerful equally. I should be proud and I should have confidence. But mother, why don’t I feel happy? I have powers that would make me a superhero back in my original world. But yet I find no joy in this?”

Nolan turned into a wraith and leaped above the building-lined street. His ghostly figure cutting through the clouds.

“Look at me!” Nolan said. “I am a ghost! Look at me!”

He then let gravity pull him down, his eyes looking at the moons of the world.

“Where is my mind?”

Nolan let his head fall first, and his legs pointed at the moons.

“Flying’s no longer a dream, and though it isn’t like the heroes do.”

Everyone dreamt of being a hero once.

He dreamt of it once.

“Ah, I dreamed of going to skydiving once. I thought it would be beautiful and ah, I don’t want to skydive in that world or this, I want to see earth again, I want to the moon, and I want to see mother again. Ah, I wonder if my friends are living their lives well, and how many years have I, ah, I cannot remember them.”

He smacked his head three times with his right hand, trying to budge the memories inside.

“What do you sound like again, mother? I, how did you look? What was your favorite food? What was the town that I lived? When did I get born? Ah, what year was it? I don’t remember much, and I, did I really live in that place? Or is that a dream?”

He continued falling down like a feather.

“Please, Lord, don’t let it be a dream. My time in that world is short, and yet it can never be replaced. God, I just wanted to go home, I just wanted to live my life. Those days where I only have to worry about stupid things like what game do I need to buy and how I should meet the expectations of my mother. What I should do if I reach my olden days, and how I should accept how things are. It was painful thinking about it and even here it is painful to admit that I just wanted to be with her. Ah, Ciara, she was beautiful and was like a drug that kept me motivated. She was always so addicting, and I fooled myself that she needed me. She didn’t need me, I needed her for the same of my mind.”

Nolan laughed dryly with tears coming out of his eyes.

“A man shouldn’t cry, but why do I care? It’s not like it would matter right? A fucking old man, doing this childish shit even his body has years to go before rotting. Juvenile, absolutely disgraceful Nolan Salvatore! Why are you crying? Why are you arguing yourself?”

Nolan stretched his limbs around.

He felt free. The wind rushing past him and the moons shining at him. He was falling from the sky slowly, and the way everything looks so beautiful made him take in the view he could see from above. But he didn’t like the worlds much. It was truly beautiful and picturesque.

“It isn’t Earth. I’m never going back and they might be all dreams. I don’t know if they are dreams or not, or that I was merely conjuring a peaceful world that I felt so precious to me. All those dreams, aspirations, and silliness that I thought of. The way I cared about everything, overloading my mind with things that didn’t matter. It was stressful, shitty, and absolutely so tiring...but that was my world. That was my precious world that I didn’t live to the fullest. I like it because it was mine. I can never go back to it damn it! I should stop doing this! I should really stop caring but my heart just won’t let go! I can’t let go! I just don’t want to forget about my silly home and my silly dreams damn it! Hahahahahahahah, what a mess! What a mess! Grow the fuck you fucking manchild! Grow the fuck up! Forget, let go, and do not think about the world you can never reach! You can’t even sway away the woman you chased for timelines! Why the fuck do you think that you could reach that world out of this infinity, huh? No matter what you do you are nothing! You are nothing a mere nothing that only thing you have is the brawns that you kept for doing nothing! Damn it! Damn it! Don’t be fucking cocky you bastard piece of shit! Useless! Useless! Just because you have a bit of power you think you can arrogantly? Have a fucking sense!”

Nolan landed with a smile that could have reached his ears. His gaze was unfocused for a good minute until it focused again.

“Ah, but what can I do when it is something out of control?”

Nolan took a long breath that seems to be filling his eyes with light.

“Everything is only as it is, just a few more years until the afterlife. Magic exists, and if there is hope, then please, let me at least recall them.”

Einar, not him, Nolan Salvatore said while pleading the Gods. Einar Elior still has a duty for his family here, and those words belonged to Nolan Salvatore, he thought. He had no lies to speak.

The soul that was birthed by Lionel and Selina will do his duty.

Nolan Salvatore’s soul will wait patiently, hoping, pleading, begging, and wishing for a reprieve when his duty ends.

"I will protect Einar Elior...and I shall use my soul to make him burn brighter. "

And thus Nolan Salvatore disappeared into the shadows of the soul of his incarnation, and then Einar Elior walked under the sun as it rises up from the sky. There was no place for Nolan Salvatore to mingle when Einar walks.