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So, I'm still rewatching The Magicians, and I'm still writing my term paper. In my previous post, I analyzed the general meaning of Quentin's death, but I didn't write a single word about his doubts. And that, too, is one of the key moments for understanding Quentin.

So let's break it down.

In the finale of The Magicians Season 4, there's a scene that shatters all genre expectations. Quentin Coldwater dies. But his death is not a heroic sacrifice, not a tragic accident, and not a redemptive self-immolation. It represents a structural anomaly that denies the viewer catharsis and leaves them in a state of permanent uncertainty.

The culmination of this uncertainty comes in the afterlife, when Quentin asks Penny a question that echoes throughout the entire series:

"Did I perform a brave act saving my friends, or did I finally find a way to kill myself?"

The writers, John McNamara and Sera Gamble, deliberately left this question open. But an open question is not an absence of an answer. It is an invitation to interpretation, one that requires the viewer to actively participate in the creation of meaning. In this episode lies all the dramaturgical and philosophical complexity of the series. We cannot simply say, "It was a sacrifice" or "It was suicide." We must examine the very nature of that question and how the cinematic language of the show shapes our understanding.

From the very beginning, The Magicians builds its aesthetic on the principle of betrayed expectation. Magic here is not a solution to problems; it is their source. Every spell has a price, every god turns out to be imperfect, every hope ends in disappointment.

In an art-critical perspective, this can be called an aesthetic of rupture — the systematic destruction of all sacred and narrative structures that the hero (and the viewer) have come to rely on. The series systematically demonstrates that the world does not have a meaning to be discovered; meaning is always a projection that the world destroys. Magic in this context functions not as a tool of knowledge, but as an epistemological trap: it creates the illusion of control, but in fact only amplifies chaos.

The visual style of The Magicians is built on the contrast between the baroque excess of the magical world and the emptiness that hides behind it. Brakebills, Fillory, magical rituals — all of this is visually lavish, but this lavishness is always deceptive. It conceals an absence: the absence of meaning, the absence of justice, the absence of divine order. This aesthetic can be traced back to the tradition of Spanish Baroque, where decorative excess serves as a reminder of the transience of earthly existence.

Quentin's death is the moment when this emptiness becomes visible. Magic, which was supposed to be a tool of salvation, becomes an instrument of death. The light, which was supposed to be a symbol of hope, becomes a witness to disappearance.

The kenotic gesture is a concept borrowed from Christian theology (kenosis — Christ's self-emptying), but reimagined in an aesthetic key. It is an act of deliberate emptying, of stripping oneself of meaning, identity, narrative. Quentin's entire arc is a gradual kenotic self-emptying. He renounces Fillory (the idea), magic (the tool), heroism (the role). At the moment of death, he renounces life itself. But this renunciation is not an act of despair; it is an act of liberation. He empties himself to such an extent that only a question remains. And this question becomes his final form of existence.

The kenotic gesture in The Magicians differs from the religious tradition in that it does not lead to reunification with the divine. It leads to emptiness. But this emptiness is not an absence; it is a space of freedom. Quentin becomes free when he stops searching for meaning.

The song "Cruel World" by Active Child plays at the moment Quentin makes his decision. This is not a random choice. Music in cinema performs the function of an emotional code — it tells the viewer how to interpret what is happening.

The lyrics — "Oh, cruel world, what have you done to me?" — sound like an accusation. But the accusation is directed not at the world, but at Quentin himself. This is a song about a person who is so exhausted by the cruelty of the world that he is ready to leave it. In this sense, the music underscores Quentin's existential fatigue — his desire for peace, not heroism.

However, the visuals at this moment do not align with the music. The camera does not show pain; it shows action. This creates a semantic ambiguity: we do not know whether he is dying from pain or from liberation. The music here works as a leitmotif, but it does not clarify; it obscures. This technique can be traced back to the tradition of Brecht's epic theatre, where music is used to create distance between the viewer and the event, rather than to heighten emotional identification.

Alice does not understand what choice Quentin is making. They do not exchange farewell glances. Alice does not know that he is walking toward death. She does not know that this is his final moment.

When the magic rebounds and flies toward Quentin, Alice realizes for the first time what is happening. Her face shifts from confusion to horror. She tries to break free from Penny's grip as he pulls her away. She screams.

This moment is one of the most powerful in the series, and its dramaturgical function is to deprive the viewer of the ability to identify with Quentin through another's gaze. Alice is not a mediator between Quentin and the viewer; she is a reflection of our own helplessness. We see Quentin's death through her scream, and that scream is not understanding — it is the absence of understanding.

The close-up of Alice is one of the most important visual decisions in the scene. We see her face in close-up: pain, horror, despair. In her glasses, the magic flying toward Quentin is reflected. This double reflection is a visual metonymy: she sees what is happening, but she cannot stop it. Her glasses become an epistemological prism: through them we see death, but we do not understand it. This technique can be compared to the pictorial tradition of memento mori, where mirrors and reflective surfaces serve as reminders of the inevitability of death and the limitations of human perception.

Quentin's death is shot in slow motion. This is not merely a stylistic choice — it is a semantic marker that tells the viewer: what is happening transcends ordinary time. This is a moment of transformation, not merely physical dying.

In classical cinema, slow motion is often used to signify sacred time — time that belongs not to chronology but to meaning. But in The Magicians, this technique works differently. Slow motion does not create a sense of sublimity; it creates a sense of inevitability. We see the magic slowly moving toward Quentin, and we cannot change anything. The viewer is placed in the same position as Alice — we watch death approach, and we cannot intervene.

Slow motion here functions as a visual metaphor for the rupture between intention and consequence. Quentin performs a spell (action), but the consequence (the magic flying into him) happens in slow motion. This creates a temporal rupture: we see his choice and its result simultaneously, yet they do not coincide in time. This rupture is the visual embodiment of Quentin's question: he does not know whether his action and his death are causally linked. In narratological terms, this can be called a diegetic mismatch — the event occurs, but its meaning remains outside the narrative.

When the magic reaches Quentin, it does not simply kill him — it pierces him, and he dissolves. This is not a fall, not a death in the classical sense. It is a disappearance.

Dissolution is not physical death. It is the annihilation of identity. Quentin leaves no body. He leaves no traces. His disappearance is a visual affirmation that his death has no material confirmation. We cannot say that he died, because his body is not there. We can only say that he ceased to exist.

This technique references the phenomenology of disappearance: Quentin's death is not an event, but a loss. The camera does not capture his body; it captures his absence. We see him dissolve, and this dissolution is not a transition to another world, but an erasure. The series denies us even the consolation that he "went to a better place." He simply ceased to be.

In an art-historical perspective, Quentin's dissolution echoes the tradition of apotheosis in painting — the moment when a figure ascends to heaven. But here the device is inverted: instead of ascension, dissolution; instead of enlightenment, disappearance. This is a deliberate refusal of sacred iconography, leaving the viewer in a space of aesthetic emptiness.

Quentin's face at the moment of death is bewildered. He does not die with a sense of duty fulfilled, nor does he find peace. He dies in a state of not understanding.

Quentin does not accept death as liberation; he confronts it as something he does not control. His face expresses neither heroic resignation nor suicidal relief. It expresses a question — the very same question he will later ask Penny.

This is a refusal of anagnorisis — the moment of recognition that in classical tragedy completes the hero's journey. Quentin does not receive anagnorisis. He does not learn why he died. His final expression is a question directed at us. He does not find an answer, and this absence of an answer becomes his final state. The tragedy here is built not around the hero's demise, but around the impossibility of comprehending that demise

When Alice tries to break free and scream, Penny pulls her away. This is not just a physical action — it is forced witnessing. Penny forces Alice to watch Quentin's death without intervening.

This moment creates a Brechtian alienation effect. We see Alice trying to intervene, but she cannot. We see Quentin dying, but we cannot help. Penny, pulling Alice away, serves as a narrative barrier: he separates us from the event, making us passive observers. In dramaturgical terms, this device can be called retardation — a slowing that underscores the irreversibility of what is happening, denying the viewer emotional release

Alice's scream and Quentin's silence form an acoustic counterpoint that adds another layer of meaning. Alice's scream is a sound that belongs to the world of the living. Quentin's silence is a sound that belongs to the dead.

Sound in this scene does not work as illustration; it works as an independent dramaturgical element. Alice's scream tells us that Quentin's death is a tragedy for those who remain. But Quentin himself makes no sound. He does not say "goodbye," does not scream, does not groan. His silence leaves us without an answer.

In a psychoanalytic key, Quentin's silence is a refusal of subjectivity. He does not affirm his death; he allows it to happen. His silence is not submission, but emptying. He ceases to be an agent of action and becomes an object of the event. This is his final state — not a hero, not a victim, but someone to whom something happens. In tragic theory, this can be called a catastrophe without catharsis — an event that does not purge, but leaves the viewer in a state of traumatic openness.

In the death scene, the montage is constructed as a dialectic without synthesis. We see Quentin and Alice, their faces, their emotions. But the montage does not connect them — it opposes them. Quentin moves into silence, Alice remains in a scream. This is an existential chasm that cannot be bridged.

In classical cinema, montage is often used to create meaning through connection (Soviet montage school, Eisenstein). Here, montage disconnects. It shows us that death is a rupture that no montage technique can heal. We cannot connect Quentin and Alice, because death separates them forever.

The montage in this scene is the visual embodiment of Quentin's question. He does not know if his action and his death are linked. And the montage gives us no answer. It shows us the rupture between them, but offers no bridge. In narratological terms, this device can be called a violation of causality — the event is shown, but its cause and meaning remain outside the frame.

If the death scene is a moment of uncertainty, the farewell scene in the afterlife is a moment of witnessing. Quentin cannot understand the meaning of his death, but he can see that his life mattered to others. The scene is structured as a ritual — burning objects, memories, music — but this ritual does not answer the central question. It gives an echo.

The farewell scene is built on the principle of a cyclic rite: each character burns an object connected to Quentin, followed by a memory that shows the viewer the meaning of that object. This is not just a goodbye — it is a reinterpretation of Quentin's life through the things he left behind.

In classical drama, ritual serves to complete, to bestow meaning. Here, ritual serves to open the question. Each burned object is not a period, but an ellipsis. It reminds us of what was, but does not tell us what it meant. This device echoes Victor Turner's theory of ritual, where the rite serves to transition from one state to another. But here the transition remains incomplete — Quentin does not pass into a new state, but into a state of open question.

Kady is the first to approach the fire. She burns the first Fillory book — the very one Quentin once gave to Plover to sign, while Kady watched.

Fillory was not just a book to Quentin; it was a religion. It saved him from depression, gave him hope, became the reason for his belief in miracles. But it also became his prison — the illusion that prevented him from seeing reality. By burning the book, Kady symbolically releases him from that illusion.

The memory that follows shows Quentin in a moment of obsession — he asks the author to sign the book, he reveres it. Kady watches from the sidelines. She does not judge him; she sees his faith. And now she lets it go. This is the first act of liberation — not of Quentin, but of his friends from his illusions.

Penny-23 burns the egg he shared with Quentin. The memory shows them together — decorating eggs and falling asleep next to each other.

The egg is a symbol of life, potential, beginning. But it is also a symbol of incompleteness. Quentin and Penny-23 were not close friends in the classical sense; they were allies who shared a strange, almost surreal moment. By burning the egg, Penny releases not Quentin, but his version of their connection.

There is an important meta-level here. The Penny who burns the egg is not the same Penny who accompanies Quentin in the afterlife. This is another Penny, from another reality. It is a reminder that Quentin existed in multiple realities, and each left a trace. This device can be called narrative polyphony — the multiplicity of realities creates a multiplicity of meanings, none of which is final.

At the moment when Penny-40 and Quentin watch the farewell scene, they exchange a glance and genuinely laugh. We do not hear their words — only see their laughter.

This moment is one of the most unexpected in the scene. Quentin has just watched his friends burn his past, and he laughs. This is not a laugh of relief, nor hysterical laughter. It is a laugh of recognition. He sees that his life was complicated, strange, full of absurd moments — and he laughs at it.

The silence here is a conscious choice. We are not meant to know what they are saying. Their laughter is a private moment that does not belong to us. It is a reminder that Quentin, even in death, remains a person with his own jokes, memories, and connections. In the phenomenology of the private, this moment can be called an intimate gesture — an act not intended for the viewer, and therefore remaining outside interpretation.

The scene shifts when Eliot and Margo approach the fire. Eliot is limping, Margo leads him. The close-up of Quentin shows his face changing: he wants to cry. Until this moment, he had been smiling, holding back tears. Now he is on the edge.

Eliot is the only person who can provoke such a reaction in Quentin. He is his love, his reality, his choice. And seeing him limping, wounded — this is a reminder that Quentin did not die for an idea, but for a person. He died for Eliot.

Eliot's limp is a physical reminder that Quentin paid for his freedom. And when Eliot approaches the fire, he carries that scar with him. In dramaturgical terms, Eliot's limp is a visual metaphor — his wound is an extension of Quentin's wound. Their bodies are connected through pain, even after death.

Eliot pulls a peach from his pocket — the very one he bit into when they returned from the time loop. It was the peach that restored his memory of their shared life in the mosaic. He burns it.

The peach is not just a fruit. It is a symbol of their shared life, their fifty years in the loop, their son, their home. It is the only material proof that that life was real. And Eliot burns it.

By burning the peach, Eliot does not let go of Quentin. He lets go of the illusion that paradise can be repeated. He accepts that that life was possible only under those conditions. He acknowledges that reality is what remains when paradise disappears. And this act is not betrayal; it is honesty.

The close-up of Quentin shows his reaction: he is still smiling, holding back tears. But now the smile has become more painful. He sees Eliot letting go of their past. And he understands that this is right.

Margo approaches the fire after Eliot. She burns the crown she placed on Quentin's head when she crowned him King of Fillory. At this moment, a memory is shown in which she apologizes to him.

Margo's apology occurs in the memory — she apologizes. And this apology is not about the crown, but about the personal pain she caused him. But it is woven into the moment of burning the crown, creating a complex semantic knot.

The crown is a symbol of the power Quentin never wanted but received. It symbolizes his role, his duty, his attempt to be what he was not. By burning the crown, Margo releases him from that role. But the apology that surfaces in the memory adds another layer: Margo apologizes not for making him king, but for hurting him as a person. This is a double liberation — from power and from guilt.

In dramaturgy, the act of apology is a performative utterance — it does not merely describe a feeling, but creates a new reality: a reality where Quentin is free from his role and from the pain inflicted upon him.

Dean Fogg burns the contract Quentin signed when he first came to Brakebills. The memory shows that moment — young, lost Quentin signing papers, not knowing what awaits him.

The contract is a symbol of the beginning. It bound Quentin to Brakebills, to magic, to his identity as a magician. By burning it, Fogg releases Quentin from his role — the role of student, magician, hero.

Fogg was the one who was supposed to "prepare" Quentin to fight the Beast. He was part of Jane's plan. By burning the contract, he releases not only Quentin, but also his own role in that plan. This is an act of liberation for everyone.

After this, we see Quentin and Penny talking. We do not hear their words, but the music ("Take On Me") continues to play. Quentin laughs a lot.

This moment is the most human in the entire scene. The music does not fade; it continues, connecting their private conversation to the farewell ritual. This creates an effect of continuity: even when they talk about something of their own, they are still part of the shared farewell. Their laughter is not isolation, but inclusion in the common flow.

We do not know what they are talking about. We only know that Quentin laughs — sincerely, lightly, without pain. The silence here is a conscious choice. We are not meant to know what they say, because we are not meant to know everything. Some things remain private, even in art.

It is important to note: Alice and Julia burn nothing. They sing, they participate in the ritual, but they do not bring objects to the fire. This is not accidental — it is the deepest dramaturgical gesture, requiring complex interpretation.

I see several layers here, each working at its own time and place throughout the series.

Layer one: Alice and Julia are the only ones who saw Quentin at his darkest point. They knew his depression, his despair, his desire to disappear. They cannot burn things, because they cannot burn that knowledge. They remain witnesses to his pain, even as he departs.

Layer two: Alice and Julia are the two women who, at different times, were mirrors for Quentin. Alice reflected his idealization — he saw in her the perfect heroine, not a real person. Julia reflected his shadow side — his selfishness, his judgment, his fear of being ordinary. They do not burn things because they have already integrated their connection with him into themselves. Their connection is not an external object, but an internal experience. Burning an object would mean acknowledging that this connection can be released. But they cannot release it, because it has become part of who they are.

Layer three: Alice and Julia are the only ones who do not need symbolic liberation. They have already gone through their processes of saying goodbye to Quentin while he was alive: Alice through the breakup and the realization that he saw in her not her but his fantasy; Julia through her transformation into a goddess and her separation from the human world. They had already let him go, and now they can participate in the ritual not for themselves, but for him. They sing to join the shared grief, but do not need a personal ritual.

Layer four: Singing is a collective act, in contrast to individual burning. Alice and Julia choose collective expression of grief, not individual liberation. Their voices join with others', creating a choir that does not divide, but unites. In this sense, they become the voice of the community mourning Quentin, not separate individuals letting him go. This is their way of saying: "You were part of us, and you will remain part of us."

Thus, their non-participation in the burning is not passivity, but an act of completeness. They had already completed their relationships with Quentin before his death. They do not need the ritual because they have already let him go. And this makes their singing even more powerful: they sing not to let go, but to remember.

The entire farewell scene is a ritual without resolution. Each object burned in the fire symbolizes a part of Quentin's life: faith, connection, love, identity, power. But none of these acts answers Quentin's question.

The scene shows us that Quentin's life mattered to others. It shows us that his friends loved him. But it does not tell us whether his act was right.

Quentin watches this farewell and smiles with pain. He sees that his life was complicated, full of love and pain. And he laughs, because it is the only thing he can do. He does not know why he died. But he knows that he lived.

Quentin's question is not just a plot element. It is a structural anomaly that destroys the very nature of the finale. In a traditional narrative, the hero's death has meaning — either he dies for something, or his death is meaningless, and that too is meaning. But here, Quentin's death has neither. It simply is, and we do not know how to interpret it.

This anomaly creates a hermeneutic rupture — a space between what is shown and what is understood. We see the death, but we do not understand it. And this lack of understanding becomes part of our experience.

The writers deliberately left the question open. They did not want to give the viewer false comfort. They wanted us to doubt.

This refusal of clarity is an ethical gesture. It tells us: life does not give unambiguous answers. We cannot know why someone dies. We cannot know whether their act was heroic or tragic. We must accept this uncertainty and continue to live with it.

The series refuses to be therapeutic. It does not offer us healing; it offers us a question. And this question stays with us after the credits.

By leaving the question open, the writers make the viewer a co-author of meaning. We must decide for ourselves what Quentin's death means. We must take responsibility for interpretation. And this — this is the highest form of respect for the viewer: not providing ready-made answers, but inviting reflection.

The series ends not with a period, but with an ellipsis. And this ellipsis is not an absence of closure, but an act of trust in the viewer.

As a filmmaker, I cannot give a definitive answer, because despite all my analysis, the essence of the series is that everyone must find themselves and their own answer. And everyone's will be different. Someone will say it was a stupid death that makes no sense. Someone will say the writers simply used the "Bury Your Gays" trope because they were afraid of the significance of queer characters (and there is some truth to that for analytical criticism, but that requires a separate post). And each of these people will be right in their own way. So I present different arguments and answer for myself: it was neither a brave act nor suicide.

Arguments for it being a sacrifice:

· Quentin saves Eliot.

· He dies protecting another.

· He does not look for loopholes, does not try to survive.

This answer supports traditional dramaturgy: the hero dies for others, and his death is justified. But this answer ignores an important fact: Quentin was never a traditional hero.

Arguments for it being suicide:

· Quentin suffers from depression from Season 1 onward.

· He had previously attempted suicide.

· He accepts death too easily.

· He does not fight for his life.

This answer supports psychological realism: Quentin finally found a way out that does not look like suicide. But this answer ignores the love for Eliot that drives his action.

I propose a third answer: Quentin's death was an act of liberation. Not a sacrifice, not suicide, but a choice of peace.

· He is liberated from the burden of heroism.

· He is liberated from depression.

· He is liberated from the illusion that his life must have meaning.

· He is liberated to love Eliot — and through that love, to find what he could not find through heroism.

This liberation is not a denial of life, but an acceptance of its finitude. Quentin does not kill himself; he accepts the death that was already part of his path. He stops fighting against it and allows it to happen.

Liberation does not exclude either sacrifice or suicide. It includes them, but is not reducible to them. And that is precisely why Quentin's question remains unanswered — because the right answer lies beyond binary logic.

The Magicians ends not as a tragedy, and not as a comedy. It ends with a kenotic gesture — an act of emptying that strips the narrative of its central meaning.

Quentin dies, and we do not know why. But it is precisely this not knowing that makes his death meaningful. Because a world with answers would be a world without freedom.

The question remains unanswered. But this absence of an answer is the answer. Quentin finally stops searching for meaning and simply chooses — not an idea, not heroism, but love. And in that choice lies his liberation.

When Season 4 came out, I was fourteen, and it was the first time I ever cried over a TV show.

Back then, I knew nothing about directing or dramaturgy. But seven years have passed. I'm about to graduate as a live-action film director. I'm rewatching this season and writing my term paper on it. So I have something to say.

When it happened, I remember a lot of people saying the writers had screwed over the character — because, come on, the main character can't die. Even then, I disagreed with that position, though I couldn't explain why. Now I can.

Alright, let's go.

The Magicians is a palimpsest of a show, one where classic fantasy genre codes are deliberately layered on top of each other, only to be systematically deconstructed. It's a meta-narrative where magic isn't a tool for salvation but rather meta-magic — a self-reflexive construct that constantly calls its own necessity into question. At the center of this narrative experiment is Quentin Coldwater, whose arc isn't so much a "hero's journey" (in Joseph Campbell's terminology) as it is a systematic erosion of the very idea of chosenness.

Quentin was obsessed with the Fillory books from childhood. He knew them by heart. He believed in them more than he believed in reality. For him, Fillory wasn't just a book — it was the promise of a better world, a place where people "like him" could find an escape. That belief saved him from depression, from emptiness, from despair. But when magic turned out to be real, he concluded: this is confirmation of his chosenness. He thought he was the one who would save the world, who would mean something. Yet the show systematically dismantles that illusion.

At the heart of this arc is Quentin's relationship with Eliot Waugh, which becomes his alternative to illusions. Eliot isn't the ideal lover. He's cynical, an alcoholic, afraid of intimacy. But he's real. In the end, Quentin doesn't die for Fillory, or for magic, or for the world. He dies for Eliot. And that's his one truly selfish act — because he does it not out of duty, not out of a desire to be a hero, but out of love.

Now let's break down how it all came to this.

Joseph Campbell, in The Hero with a Thousand Faces, proposed a universal schema he called the monomyth. According to Campbell, all heroic narratives — from The Odyssey to Star Wars — follow a single structure: the call to adventure, crossing the threshold, trials, victory, and return with a gift. The Magicians deliberately uses this structure as a narrative lure, only to dismantle every single element of it.

Quentin has a call. But it's stripped of all sacredness.

It all begins with the exposition of Season 1: Jane Chatwin comes to Dean Fogg. She says, "The Beast is coming." Fogg replies, "They're not ready yet, especially him." But Jane insists: "Prepare them." This is a key scene that sets the vector for the entire series. Jane and Fogg know Quentin is needed — not as a hero, but as part of a plan. Quentin himself, however, doesn't know this.

Quentin's call materializes through a chain of events. Quentin and Julia go to their Harvard interview → they find a dead man in the office → Quentin sees a clock that turns out to be a portal to Fillory → a Brakebills employee disguised as a nurse gives him the sixth volume of Fillory and Further. Later, walking down the street, a piece of paper flies out of his bag, and this paper magically leads him to Brakebills.

Yes, it's the school's selection system. Yes, behind it stands Jane Chatwin, who has already reset the time loop 39 times and knows exactly what needs to be done. But Quentin doesn't make an active choice. He doesn't decide to become a hero. He follows the paper because he has nowhere else to go. His depression, his sense of emptiness, his desperate need to find meaning — that's what makes him pliable. He goes to Brakebills not because he wants to save the world, but because real life has given him nothing but pain. The call isn't the beginning of a journey — it's a reaction to an existential crisis.

This is the first fracture of the monomyth. The classic hero actively answers the call. Quentin is passive. He's an object of the system, not a subject of choice. His desperation isn't valor — it's vulnerability.

In classical epic, the hero is met by a wise mentor — Merlin, Gandalf, Obi-Wan Kenobi. The mentor gives the hero knowledge, weapons, direction. He embodies wisdom and order, initiates the hero into the world's mysteries, and explains his destiny. The mentor is the figure who hermeneutically translates the chaos of reality into a narrative the hero can understand.

Quentin meets Eliot Waugh at Brakebills. Eliot is the anti-mentor. He's a cynic, an alcoholic, a hedonist. He doesn't give Quentin magical artifacts — he gives him a drink. He doesn't talk about destiny — he laughs at it. He doesn't teach Quentin to be a hero — he teaches him to be a cynic.

But here's the crucial part: Eliot does perform a hermeneutic function — just not in the way the classical mentor does.

Eliot does the exact opposite. He doesn't initiate Quentin into the truth — he destroys his illusion that truth even exists.

· Eliot translates the sublime into the mundane.

Quentin arrives at Brakebills with reverence. For him, magic is a sacred path; the school is a temple. Eliot meets him in the hallway, drunk or half-drunk, ironic. He doesn't say, "Welcome to the world of wonders." He says something along the lines of, "You look lost. Have a drink." Eliot systematically deflates Quentin's grandiosity. He doesn't let him elevate his experience to the level of myth. He insists on profanation — on the idea that magic is work, study, sometimes boredom, sometimes pain. And in that, his hermeneutic act consists of translating myth into the language of everyday life.

· Eliot denies Quentin any exceptionalism.

Quentin wants to be special. He wants to believe that his faith in Fillory makes him chosen. Eliot doesn't tell him "you're not special" in so many words — but with his entire being, he demonstrates the opposite. He shows Quentin that magicians are ordinary people. They drink, they suffer, they cheat, they're cowards, they make mistakes. Eliot doesn't try on the role of the great wizard — he wears the mask of a cynic who just happens to be able to do cool things with his hands. And in doing so, he strips Quentin of his exceptionalist narrative. He's essentially saying: "Look at me. I'm not a hero. I'm just a person. And so are you."

This is especially clear in the episode where the High King of Fillory is chosen. When the group comes to the armorer for the dagger, he announces: whoever the magical blade cuts will become the High King. Quentin is absolutely certain it will be him. His entire life, his entire belief in Fillory — everything led to this moment. He must be chosen. He must be king.

But the blade wounds Eliot. Not Quentin.

This is a devastating blow to Quentin's narrative. He's not chosen. He's not king. He's not even second in line — he's not in line at all. Fillory, which he loved more than anyone, didn't choose him. It chose the cynic, the alcoholic, the man who believes in nothing sacred. And this choice isn't random. It's a meaning-generating gesture from the show: Quentin is not who he imagines himself to be.

· Eliot confronts Quentin with his shadow.

The Jungian shadow is those parts of the personality a person refuses to acknowledge. Quentin doesn't want to admit his dependence on illusions, his weakness, his fear of being a nobody. Eliot, without meaning to, becomes a mirror for that shadow. He shows Quentin that escaping into an idea is also a form of weakness. He himself runs from reality into alcohol and irony — and Quentin sees this. He sees that Eliot, for all his outward strength, is also vulnerable. And this encounter with another's vulnerability forces Quentin to gradually acknowledge his own.

· Eliot translates the time-loop experience into reality.

In the episode "A Life in the Day" (3x05), Quentin and Eliot live 50 years of life together. It was a perfect paradise. But when the loop breaks, Eliot says: "What happened in the loop stays in the loop." This is a hermeneutic act of the highest order. Quentin wants to carry paradise into reality. Eliot says: "No. That experience was real, but it was real for that version of us. We're different. We can't just copy happiness." He translates the experience of the loop from the realm of the "eternal" to the realm of the "finite." He doesn't let Quentin get stuck on the illusion that paradise can be repeated. He insists on reality — even if that reality is less perfect.

In classical hermeneutics, the mentor helps the hero understand the world. Eliot helps Quentin unlearn understanding the world — that is, unlearn imposing his fantasies onto it. He translates myth into reality, idea into person, grandeur into vulnerability. He denies Quentin the status of the chosen — even when Fillory quite literally chooses Eliot over him. And it's precisely because of this that Quentin, in the end, can choose not an idea, not magic, not Fillory, but an actual person.

Eliot is not the one who teaches Quentin to see. He's the one who teaches him to see the real instead of the desired. And in that lies his deeply tragic and simultaneously redemptive function. He doesn't let Quentin become a hero from the books. He helps him become a human being.

The classic hero goes through trials and emerges stronger. He gains power, wisdom, artifacts. Quentin goes through trials and loses.

· He loses Alice.

She turns into a niffin, sacrificing herself to save him. He can't bring her back. Her departure isn't a transformation — it's a rupture. Quentin is left alone with guilt.

· He loses his father.

In Season 1, he tries to heal him with magic. He uses all his knowledge, all his spells. Nothing works. He stands before his dying father and can't do a thing. Magic proves helpless against the most basic human pain. This moment is one of the first cracks in his faith in magic as a panacea.

· He loses magic.

At the end of Season 2, he destroys it to save his friends. He strips himself of what he considered his identity. He becomes an "ordinary" person in a world that no longer needs him.

· He loses Fillory.

In Season 4, he stands before the Fillory flower and realizes: the world he loved more than anything is cruel, illogical, full of violence. He doesn't become a savior-king — he becomes a bureaucrat trying to manage chaos.

(We'll come back to this in more detail.)

Special attention should be paid to the moment Quentin brings Alice back to life. In the classical monomyth, the hero who passes the trials receives a reward — often a princess, love, reunion with an ideal partner. Quentin does bring Alice back from being a niffin to human form. He does the impossible. He defeats death.

But they don't end up together.

Why? Because Alice was never a person to Quentin — she was an allusion, a reference to the ideal heroine he was supposed to receive as confirmation of his heroism. He wasn't in love with her — he was in love with her image, the version he'd created in his head. She was part of his narrative, not his reality.

Alice herself tells him this. She says outright that he sees someone else in her — the Alice he invented. Not the real one, the complicated, traumatized, changed one. She doesn't want to be his "reward." She doesn't want to live up to his fantasies.

Their breakup is another fracture of the monomyth. The hero gets his reward, but it turns out to be an illusion. He brings her back to life, but loses her as a lover. The reward exists, but it's hollow. He doesn't get his "happily ever after" with the princess. Instead, he's left with a reality far more complex than any fairy tale.

And this fracture, like the others, prepares him for the final choice. He will no longer search for the ideal partner within a heroic narrative. He will choose a real person — Eliot, who was never part of his fantasies. But that's precisely what makes their relationship authentic.

Also, in classical epic, the hero returns home with an elixir — the Holy Grail, the Golden Fleece, a magic sword. He brings benefit to his people.

Quentin doesn't return. He dies. And in the afterlife, he becomes a librarian of souls — sorting papers, helping other souls. This isn't triumph; it's an administrative function. He doesn't bring healing to the world. He simply ceases to be an active character.

It's precisely in this refusal to return that his victory over the monomyth lies. He doesn't have to bring anything back, because he was never a hero. He was just a person who loved.

So all of this completely breaks Campbell's narrative of the true chosen hero. And that's exactly why Quentin's death is nothing other than liberation from the role he so desperately wanted — a role that never made him any happier.

Let's delve deeper.

The series doesn't begin with Quentin. It begins with a conversation between Jane Chatwin and Fogg. This isn't just exposition — it's an equation Jane has already solved 39 times. She knows Quentin will die if he isn't prepared. She knows that without Quentin, victory is impossible.

Jane resets the time loop 39 times. In every single one, Quentin dies. Not all the heroes die — only he does. Even when Alice defeats the Beast, Jane resets time, because Quentin is dead.

Why? Because Quentin is the only one who truly, childishly believes in magic. Margo tells him this outright: "You're the only one who still believes in this shit." Not as a resource, not as a weapon, but as a miracle. Without him, magic loses its soul. A world without Quentin is just a set of spells — functional and empty.

He's not chosen in the sense of heroism. He's not special in terms of power or talent. He's special in terms of devotion. He's the only one who keeps believing in the miracle, even though the miracle constantly disappoints him. Jane preserves him not as a hero, but as a bearer of faith. And this faith doesn't make him a hero — it makes him irreplaceable for the preservation of meaning.

The show's leitmotif — "magic comes from pain" — is repeated again and again. This can be interpreted as an ontological principle: magic isn't a given; it's a reaction to trauma. Julia becomes a goddess because she was raped. Alice becomes a niffin because she sacrificed herself.

Quentin is no exception. His magic is born from depression, from emptiness, from a desperate desire to find meaning. He's not talented — he just suffers a great deal. And that suffering makes his magic not powerful, but sincere.

But here lies a fundamental paradox: if magic is born from pain, it cannot heal that pain. It can express it, transform it, but it cannot remove it. Magic isn't a solution to the problem — it's the language in which suffering speaks.

In Season 1, Quentin learns his father has cancer. He tries to heal him with magic. He uses all his knowledge, all his spells. Nothing works.

He stands before his dying father and can't do a thing. Magic proves helpless before the simplest human pain. He asks the question that becomes central to his entire arc: "Then what's the point of magic if it doesn't solve anything?"

There is no answer. Or rather: the answer is in the question itself. Magic doesn't solve anything. But without it, things are worse. Without magic, pain remains just pain — meaningless, dull, unbearable. With magic, pain becomes something you can live through, not just endure. Quentin can't save his father. But he can be with him. He can sit beside him, hold his hand, use magic not as medicine but as a way of being present.

It's after Quentin fails to heal his father that the conversation with Margo happens:

Quentin: "Have you ever gotten what you wanted so badly, but it wasn't what you thought it would be?"

Margo: "A great way to get what you want is to be so miserable that you don't want it anymore."

This conversation is key. Quentin has already faced the fact that magic doesn't solve problems. He's already disillusioned. And Margo, the cynic, articulates a harsh truth: desire and possession are incompatible. When you get what you wanted, it always disappoints. The only way to free yourself from the power of desire is to become so disillusioned with it that it no longer matters.

In Season 3, magic disappears. And then it turns out that Quentin's father's cancer has a magical nature — when magic vanishes, his father gets better. Quentin faces a choice: bring magic back and save the world — or leave magic gone and give his father a chance to survive.

Alice asks him: "Are you sure you want to bring magic back?" Quentin doesn't hesitate. He says "yes" — without a second thought, without considering the consequences for his father.

Why? Because he believes a hero shouldn't be selfish. He judged Julia for her personal revenge against Reynard, because she chose herself over the common good. He believed a true hero should serve others, sacrifice personal desires for the greater good.

And now he does the same — he sacrifices his father for magic. He doesn't even allow himself to consider choosing his father. He suppresses his personal desire, afraid of being selfish. This is his false heroism — he sacrifices himself and those close to him for an abstract idea.

Quentin's entire life is a series of desires and disappointments:

· He desired Fillory — he got it, but it turned out to be cruel.

· He desired magic — he got it, but it couldn't save his father.

· He desired to be a hero — he got the role, but it was hollow.

· He desired Alice — he got her, but she wasn't the one he'd imagined.

And only at the end does he stop desiring. He stops wanting to be a hero, to save the world, to prove his significance. He simply chooses — without hope of reward, without expectation that it will make him happy. He chooses Eliot not because it's the right thing to do, but because it's his desire.

Margo said: become so disillusioned that you no longer need it. That's exactly what Quentin does. He becomes disillusioned with Fillory, with magic, with heroism. And he stops needing them.

Season 4. Quentin stands before the Fillory flower. He needs to kill the monster. He delivers a monologue that sums up his entire journey:

"So here we are. You know what the worst thing is about getting what you want? It's not perfect. And what do you do? If this can't make me happy, then what would? Fillory was supposed to mean something. I was supposed to mean something here. But it's random, it's so random that the only way I can save my friends is by yelling at a fucking plant! Honestly, fuck Fillory. It's one big disappointment. It was better when I believed it was fiction. The idea of Fillory is what saved my life. The idea that people like me... people like me can somehow find an escape. There has to be power in that. Isn't loving the idea of Fillory enough?"

He admits: Fillory didn't live up to expectations. He's not special. He didn't mean what he wanted to mean. But he doesn't stop loving the idea. He just stops demanding perfection from it.

This is the disillusionment Margo spoke of. It frees him from the need to be a hero. He no longer has to mean something. He can simply love.

Now let's examine what meaning Eliot holds in Quentin's death.

If Fillory is an idea, then Eliot is reality. Alive, imperfect, alcoholic, cynical, but warm. He doesn't fit any ideal, doesn't fit any narrative. And that's precisely what makes him real.

Their first meeting at Brakebills isn't just an introduction. It's a moment of choice that Quentin doesn't recognize. Eliot stands before him — drunk, ironic, beautiful and elusive. He doesn't tell Quentin, "You're the chosen one." He doesn't say, "You'll be great." He says, "You look lost. Have a drink." And Quentin, instead of pulling away, accepts it. He accepts Eliot's cynicism as part of the magical world. This is the first step toward letting reality enter his fantasy.

Eliot doesn't fit any image of the "ideal lover." He's bisexual but not monogamous. He fears intimacy but craves it. He pushes Quentin away after the time loop, but wears his jacket for the rest of his life. Eliot is a contradiction Quentin can't resolve — but one he learns to accept. And that acceptance is his greatest lesson.

How Eliot differs from Fillory:

· Fillory promises perfection; Eliot gives imperfection.

· Fillory is a world without pain (in Quentin's imagination); Eliot is a world where pain is always present.

· Fillory is a book you can reread; Eliot is a living person who changes every day.

· Fillory is what Quentin chooses when he wants to escape. Eliot is what Quentin chooses when he stops running.

Much has already been said about "A Life in the Day" (3x05), but I want to add: it's the only time Quentin feels truly happy. Not because he's saving the world, but because he's simply living.

It's important to understand Eliot here. He's not cruel. He's not cold. He's a person who's spent his entire life running from commitment. His father was cruel, his past is traumatic, his mask of cynicism is a defense. And in the loop, he allowed himself to take that mask off. He was happy. He was free.

But when the loop breaks, he finds himself facing Quentin in a reality where he needs the mask again. He's afraid that if he allows himself to truly love Quentin, he'll become vulnerable. He's afraid he'll lose himself in that love, that it will demand he be the ideal husband from the loop — the one he can no longer be.

His refusal isn't betrayal. It's self-protection. And Quentin, as painful as it is, understands.

Eliot becomes for Quentin not just a love, but the final reality that doesn't require faith. Unlike Fillory, magic, heroism, Alice — everything Quentin idealized — Eliot doesn't demand idealization. He demands acceptance.

Quentin no longer has to believe in an idea to love Eliot. He doesn't have to think Eliot is the ideal lover. He doesn't have to hope their relationship will bring salvation to the world. He can simply love — without hope of reward, without expectation that it will make him happy.

And this love is the only thing left when all illusions shatter. It doesn't require faith. It doesn't require proof. It simply is.

What Eliot gives Quentin:

· He gives him reality instead of an idea.

· He gives him the chance to be vulnerable.

· He gives him refusal — and teaches him to accept refusal.

· He gives him a love that doesn't promise eternity but exists here and now.

What Quentin gives Eliot:

· He gives him the belief that he's worthy of love.

· He gives him the stability Eliot never knew.

· He gives him the chance to be someone who is accepted, even when imperfect.

· He gives him the memory of the loop — that paradise is possible, even if it doesn't last forever.

And when Quentin dies for Eliot, he isn't making a heroic sacrifice. He's simply protecting the person he loves. He doesn't think about being remembered as a hero. He doesn't think about saving the world. He thinks about Eliot.

This act isn't "right" in a moral sense. It's a selfish act, because he does it for himself — for his love. But that's precisely why it's authentic. It's the only action of Quentin's that wasn't dictated by duty, by an idea, by a narrative. It was dictated by love.

Eliot, who pushed Quentin away in reality, speaks to his ghost after his death. He remembers. And this memory isn't of a hero, but of a person who loved him. And in that sense, Quentin's death becomes not a tragedy, but a fulfillment — the fulfillment of finally choosing himself.

And that's exactly the reason his death is liberation.

Quentin's death isn't an accident. It's a conscious choice. He says goodbye to Alice — not with words, but with a look. She understands. The slow motion, the song "Cruel World" — everything tells us: this is the moment he's been walking toward his entire life.

But why does he do it? He's not saving the world. The world keeps going. He doesn't close a portal. He doesn't defeat the main villain. He's simply protecting Eliot.

Thirty-nine times he died trying to save Fillory. And thirty-nine times it didn't work. On the fortieth time, he dies trying to save a person. And it works. Not because it was predestined. But because he finally chose himself — his love, his attachment, his heart.

His entire life, Quentin acted out of duty. He wanted to be a hero. He judged Julia for her personal revenge, because he believed a hero should serve others. He suppressed his desires, afraid of seeming selfish. He sacrificed his father for magic without hesitation, because "a hero shouldn't be selfish." He resurrected Alice, but lost her, because she didn't want to be his "reward."

But in the end, he chooses himself. Not in the sense of survival — he chooses death. But in the sense of choice. He chooses to save Eliot not because it's right, not because it will save the world. But because it's his desire. He allows himself to be selfish. For the first time in his life.

His death for Eliot is a sacrifice for love. He doesn't think about whether anyone will remember him as a hero. He doesn't think about whether it will save the world. He thinks only of Eliot.

And that's precisely why it's his one truly selfish act. Because he does it not for others, not for an idea, not for duty. He does it for himself — for his love.

Quentin's entire arc is a movement from belief in an idea to acceptance of reality:

· Belief in Fillory — idealization of a fictional world.

· Belief in magic — idealization of a tool.

· Belief in himself — idealization of his own chosenness.

· Belief in Alice — idealization of love as a hero's reward.

· The collapse of all beliefs — disillusionment with Fillory, magic, himself, Alice.

· Acceptance of reality — love for a specific person.

· Choice — death for that person.

Campbell says: "The hero must not be selfish. The hero must save the world for the common good. The hero is always special. And the hero never dies."

But Quentin finally chooses not to be a hero.

He no longer has to save the world. He can simply love — and die for that love.

His death isn't a tragedy. It's a liberation from the burden of greatness he placed on himself. He leaves not as a savior, but as a person who finally chose himself.

Quentin Coldwater wasn't chosen. He wasn't a hero. He was just a boy who believed in Fillory so deeply that magic became real. But when he got Fillory, he realized: it's not perfect. When he got magic, he realized: it doesn't solve problems. When he tried to be a hero, he realized: he's not special. When he resurrected Alice, he realized: she wasn't who he'd invented.

And in that disillusionment, he found himself. He stopped searching for meaning in heroism. He stopped trying to be chosen. He simply chose the person he loves — and died for him.

1. i should have given you more attention. now I think about you every minute of my free time, I write about you while my hand is still writing. In a way, my every thought is riddled with apologies. and every time someone finds out about it, they can feel the part of me that you forgave earlier than I could.

2. I wasn't okay until I started taking care of myself.

3. you should not allow someone to be the only source of your happiness, because as soon as that person leaves, loneliness will overwhelm you, and there is nothing worse than blaming yourself for it. That's what I went through when you left. It's something I damn much regretted

4. music will never make worse

5. now I buy a church bracelet in every new place I find myself. the same one that's hanging on your arm

6. art rules the world, and I am a masterpiece in motion. how can I love myself the way you did if I don't see anything in myself?

7. lust does not contribute to growth; it’s akin to an addict trying to get their next fix. eventually, they will break down, and even the drug won’t be able to help them.

8. I buy myself nice and pleasant things, but I can't fill this void in my heart. I guess I still miss our nights.

9. I still can't get used to sleeping alone.

10. sometimes I wonder if your calls during the month were my second and third chances that I didn't take advantage of. I'm so sorry.

11. I've been trying to stop writing letters to you, and to put aside all thoughts and memories of you. but we've both changed so much, and I think I'm happy in my unhappiness.

12. you once told me that I should be able to handle everything because nothing lasts forever. you know, I'm not accusing you of that. In reality, it was always something like us, too young, stupid, crazy love. I still love you, I just don't know what love is anymore.

13. they were right. when kindred spirits collide and change you forever, it's the moment when bright paint fills a brush, hits the water and faded flowers pour into a cup. you've left me so often and for so long that I'm still raking leaves from last fall.

14. the last time i saw you, we weren't supposed to get close. i think that night really broke you. i think that night really broke me.

15. i should have laid my head on your chest, counting your heartbeats.

16. sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you've filled my head with, I swear I hear your voice, "look, you'll like it."

17. i try

18. i still remember your voice.

19. after all this time? always

20. i smoke to think about how to think less. damn ironic.

21. I'm taking painkillers, and my excuse is that my right knee still hurts. to tell the truth, I'm just another drug addict who believes that if she takes another drug, maybe her heart can start sounding like it belongs to her again.

22. i don't sing to anyone anymore.

23. and every night when I can't sleep, I think about you.

24. i don't pray often, but when I do, I always pray for your mom. thanks to her, you were born and we were able to meet. I swear it's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

25. you still change me every day.

26. are you familiar with the renaissance? falling in love with you felt the same way.

27. your photo remains my favorite.

28. we were destined to find this eternal flame in the distance, the brighter I burn, the more you will read. the only thing that makes me write for a few days is the realization that somewhere and somehow you will read this, no matter who you are laughing or crying with right now.

29. i still know your number by heart.

30. i've made so many bad decisions, but you've never been one of them.

31. i've written so many bad poems. you've been in every one of them.

32. i've written some good ones too. you've also been in every one of them.

33. i miss how I couldn't take my eyes off you.

34. i met some amazing people after what happened to us.

35. my favorite song so far is the one you played to me, sitting on the floor and making me listen again.

36. i can still hear your guitar playing in my head.

37. i claim to write poetry, but it seems to me that these are love letters that have not been sent to anyone.

38. sometimes I come to the apartment and cry. some tears don't make sense, they just need to come out.

39. it's not that i stopped loving you. i'm just trying to get used to the fact that you don't need it anymore.

40. It's not that I'm in pain to the point where I can't think. I'm just trying to light up my own path to self-love and healing.

41. the fact that your favorite color is pink makes it special to me.

42. sometimes I want to call you, but I can't.

43. sometimes I want to write to you, and that's the only thing I can do.

44. sometimes I want you to answer. I'm glad you're not doing this.

45. sometimes I just want to give up on everything and call. I'm glad I didn't do it.

46. you stopped writing when we first met. But I'm still waiting.

47. our little codes of love have finally been deciphered for me so that I won't be blinded by you.

48. we both got people mixed up. I think we both knew that, and maybe that was the reason you felt bad with me.

49. I still don't know what love is, but I'll open every damn door in my heart, even if I have to go to the bottom to find the right key.

50. someone said that I ruined you. now I'm afraid of everything, like it's a real fear. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.

51. I should have given you all the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universes.

52. It's been so long, and I'm still writing about you. but at least less often, right?

53. you've always been a little selfish. i think you like it when I write about you. somehow, maybe I'm still yours.

54. we were too damn young to understand how dangerous it is when destructive passion, love, romance, betrayal and pain are mixed into one.

55. sometimes I go to places where we used to spend time together just to create new memories without you.

56. sometimes it works.

57. It annoys me most of the time.

58. my brain keeps reminding me that I'm going crazy, and the more I try to fix it, the worse it gets.

59. I'm trying to master the ability to let go.

60. and this list is a step for the better.

61. and this life will be fine.

62. without you, I'm still me. I can still breathe without you. I'm still alive without you.

63. without you, I'm still poetry.

64. I can barely remember your face. I think my environment contributed to this.

65. this world is filled with pain. I hope that someday you will remember me and smile.

66. maybe when we're old and have children of our own, you'll remember those two happy children dancing in total darkness under the moon.

67. If you were the universe and I was a star, I'd want to come home every time.

68. If you were the universe and I was a star, I'd want to come home every time.

69. you're still the best thing that's ever happened to me, even if we don't talk anymore.

70. you will always be the best.

71. I still care about you.

72. I care a hell of a lot.

73. the world is full of secrets and I'm glad that once we were able to find each other.

74. I hope you'll never regret us because I've never done this.

75. I do not know how to learn to open up to people, and I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours. maybe this time it's our common fault. do you think so too?

76. I was told that I was taking on too much, and now I'm sure that one of the reasons we weren't together anymore was that I wasn't loving myself enough. I got too caught up in your promises and took it for granted.

77. life doesn't wait for anyone.

78. I didn't let him kiss me.

79. I keep writing because I'm finally going to stop doing it.

80. sometimes it works, but deep down I know you'll find a way to get back anyway.

81. sometimes I just can't get you out of my head.

82. It's even harder because you're still in my heart.

83. I saw you with her and it hurt me incredibly.

84. love hurts.

85. will you never be around again?

86. you've never supported the idea that I am anything and mean anything, but it's not your fault. I had to be my own motivation. I guess by supporting you, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at rock bottom.

87. I’ve realized something about my love for you.

88. you saved me. Even if you had to leave to do it.

89. money won't make you happy. Please find yourself.

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me. To tell you the truth, neither do I.

91. maybe that's why it's hard for me to get close to people.

92. maybe that's why it's so hard to let you go.

93. maybe that's why you're still reading this.

94. we had something like an experiment, so new and unprecedented before. mistakes on mistakes.

95. It was a wonderful compass pointing us to our future.

96. I'm learning a lot now, even though I'm depressed, with or without you.

97. I've learned to live without you.

98. I can be happy without anyone's presence.

99. I can love myself enough to let you go.

100. I should have hurt you. I think this thought still haunts me. I should have hurt you, I should have made you collapse, I should have made you cry and suffer so that you would hate me. I had to do all this to love myself. and it's sad because I'm still here, trying to figure it all out.

you know, I will remember you forever.

I will remember how my eyes burned only next to you. I'll remember how my skin smouldered at your gentle touch. I'll remember how you hugged me when I was drowning in nightmares. I'll remember how you sang in my ear in a low voice. I will remember how I kissed you for the first time at night at my place, when my heart was in a frenzied attack. I will remember how we dreamed together of a distant, now non-existent future.

You know, you've become the best part of my life. I know that your unimaginable eyes are the color of whiskey, which you love so much, I will look everywhere for a long time. I will look for your smile and laugh, which is so strange, sometimes frightening, but sincere. I'll look for you in others, even though I know I won't find you.

I left not because I stopped loving you, but because I didn't know if you stopped loving me.

Once I put my broken heart in your hands and asked only one thing: "save it."

You didn't.