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ÚLTIMO VEZ - Final Part( Friendship Day Special)


That man was lying dead with a gun in his hand. And Vez spotted a gunshot wound in his shoulder. Último embraced heaven after embosoming Vez. Vez gazed at the sky, with grief in his eyes and heart crying out of pain urging the end of his life. And the same was sentenced by the legal court. His last wish was to read Último’s diary. He was allowed to do so.
His fingers were shivering and while turning the pages, He read:
It was a pretty nice day, I taught Vez the basics of Karate. But at the cost of learning creative writing. Our classes start hence. Well I am pretty much ambitious and I think we will be expertised in each other’s field, haha! We are true friends
*Hope you like it Vez, only if you are reading my diary, maybe someday. I seldom maintain my diary but will fill this diary with all my emotions and feelings. You will surely like it, it would be dedicated to you. But you to wait for it!

Then he went straight to the last page, and this is what filled everyone’s  eyes with tears,
Page 13 :
13 March 2018                                                                                                                                             23:32 Saturday
Some cuts are made to remind, “Reminding to forget”. To forget those moments we spent together, the roads we walked along and the love that dwells in our heart just for each other.
We conquered an unexpected destiny in the world of friendship. We were rivals at the start, but that night you paved a new path to our friendship. The path crushed my ego and hate for you. I have been rude at times, but you never left me alone. Your smile and support charged me to deal with all harsh situations. But the dawn of life was to its end, The sweet memories were locked up in my treasury and I stepped into the dark world, worse than my worst nightmares. The situations were more deadly with rise of blag flag of racism. My mother was infected by a stereotypical disorder. The occultist connected all my failures as result of our friendship. And my mom, Heaven can help me well maybe she might!  I would have never liked to hate you. I gave an eff to these taboos but it’s the society. I fought with society, my family and at last with myself. But sorry dear! I gave up, I wasn’t able to withstand strongly. They killed an Ultimo that you made. I had to fight with loneliness. Each tear of mine reflects me all the memories. But what can I do? With a pen left with me…
Vez started laughing and said “Racism”! And then he started weeping and spoke “Sounds silly right! But why are your eyes busy finding differences? Why are you blindfolded by these stereotypes? Why can’t you find similarities instead? Why can't you see love instead? He was true and this incident reminds me to forget this world! Nothing more to say, I am speechless…”

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