NOTE: This is a continuation of an ending of Life is Strange. So, SPOILER if you haven't played or seen. 

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It’s still so unbelievable to me. It hasn’t even been a whole day since that…tragedy.

It’s night time right now, the first night after that event. Max is sleeping soundly in the passenger’s seat of the truck, while I’m sitting behind the wheel. I chose to stop driving and pull the truck over to the side of the road because I just can’t drive anymore.

So much has happened… there’s so much to think about. The past, the present, and the future. My past has been a mess, my present is unbearable, and my future… I can’t even begin to know how my future would be.

Max was blessed with her power because I know she’s special and was meant to do great things with it, but was I one of those things? Everything that she’s tried so hard on has been to save me. She’s saved my life more than I deserve to be alive for. She’s been my best friend in good times and bad times…times when she was here and when she wasn’t here. Without her, I’d never find out about Rachel…

Turning my head to the right, I can see Max resting quietly and peacefully. She leans in her seat unmoving with such a calm expression on her face. Even though the storm was the result of saving me over and over again, how do we know that it won’t happen again? How do we know that the world wouldn’t stop trying to kill me? Our lives together would continue to revolve constantly around escaping my death.

That’s not even a life to live. I can’t do this to Max. I know she’s done so much for me and I will forever be grateful, but all I’m going to be is a burden. And I know if I told her this, she’d never let me go. I honestly don’t want to leave either…but I don’t think we’ll have a future together. I will never be able to express how amazing she is and how much I love her. And I know how much she cares for me, she’s proved it all too much. But I think this might be what I need to do.

I don’t want to think about it or admit it…but this…this will help me escape. So much shit has happen to me in my life. So much pain and memories I don’t want to have. My parents and my angel all left in cruel ways that shouldn’t have been. A light might have returned to me for a short time, but it might also be snuffed out if I’m here…existing.

I reach into my pocket to pull out some paper and look for a pen. I begin to write. After a few written words, tears streak down my face. This isn’t easy for me, but I know I have to do this.

scribble scribble scribble

That’s it. I finished writing what I needed to write. I don’t think anything I write on this piece of paper will ever be enough. Dry tears stain my face. I quietly open the driver side door. I place the note on the seat where I sat. I lightly close the door and slip away into the night, ridden with sadness, but hope for her.

Goodbye Maxine Caulfield.