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In the dim alley, Leo gently touched the black projector, a small device that carried the deep bond between him and Mike. His fingers lightly slid over the surface of the platter, eventually stopping at the raised switch. His fingers trembled, struggling in his heart whether to press the button. He knew that once pressed, it would be the moment to reveal the final message left by Mike, which might contain unspoken words between them or some unfinished wishes.
At this moment, his heartbeat became particularly noticeable, each thud pounding heavily in his chest. This simple action, for the current Leo, felt as difficult as making a major decision. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within himself. In this silent night, every breath seemed unusually clear, and Leo's thoughts involuntarily tangled between the past and the present.
In the end, he made up his mind and slowly pressed the switch. As the button was triggered, a faint light shot out from the projector, illuminating the space around him. Leo held his breath, ready to receive the information from the past, the words that might evoke all his heavy memories. In this lonely and long night, he was prepared to face this lingering sincere emotion.
As Leo pressed the switch, the beam of light gradually took shape, revealing the familiar and resolute face of Mike. In the initial projection, the image seemed a bit shaky, as if Mike was looking for a suitable shooting angle. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes revealed a hint of seriousness, as if he knew the importance of this recording.
In the scene, Mike adjusts his position while occasionally glancing at the camera, ensuring that everything is under his control. His movements seem somewhat clumsy, but at the same time, they are filled with a sincere effort. Finally, he finds what he considers the perfect position and quietly sits in the chair, facing the camera, preparing to start his recording.
In this simple and warm setting, Mike's expression gradually becomes serious. He takes a deep breath, as if mentally preparing for something. At this moment, the projected image of Mike seems to come alive again. His presence is no longer just a memory, but a tangible existence that can touch Leo's innermost being.
Leo held his breath, gazing at this former comrade, ready to listen to the final message he left behind. In this dark corner, Mike's image became the only source of light, illuminating Leo's face and his current emotions.
As the projector's light stabilized, Mike sat in a chair, displaying a hint of an awkward smile to the camera. His gaze was fixed on the lens, as if transcending time and space, engaging in direct conversation with Leo.
"Hey, Leo," Mike's voice carried a hint of ease, but his eyes revealed an undeniable seriousness. "Um, when you see this video, I might have...bit the dust, huh?" After speaking, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, the laughter tinged with the resignation of a valiant warrior.
"Oh my...bit the dust!" Mike exaggeratedly waved his arms, as if trying to lighten the heavy topic. "Can you tell me? How did I kick the bucket? Was it getting stabbed by those darn bugs? Or getting blown to bits by a bomb? Did I valiantly fall in battle? Or just slowly wait for the Grim Reaper on a sickbed?" His expression and movements were extremely exaggerated, as if trying hard to make the topic less heavy.
Leo looked at Mike's performance, his heart filled with complex emotions. Although he knew Mike was no longer here, seeing him so vividly appear before him, he couldn't help but feel a choked-up smile. Mike's humor and lightness, even in the final image, still brought a hint of comfort to Leo. In this dark and lonely corner, Mike's image was like a warm light, piercing through the darkness in Leo's heart.
Mike's face still carried that carefree smile, and his eyes revealed a warrior's unique determination and perseverance. He took a deep breath and continued speaking:
"Anyway, no matter how it ends for me, I believe... I will have died for justice. I fought for my beliefs, with no regrets." His voice revealed a hint of determination, forged on the battlefield.
He cleared his throat, adjusted his posture slightly, and then continued, "Hey, Leo, do you remember our argument about the bugs? You thought the bugs might have their own reasons, while I insisted that those guys should be wiped out." He chuckled, the smile carrying a hint of reminiscence of past debates.
"Ha! I'm telling you, that's still how I feel now. But I think, no matter how different our views are, both of us have firm beliefs, right?" His tone revealed a hint of cherishing friendship and respect for each other's steadfast beliefs.
Even in this dark corner, Leo couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and strength as he listened to Mike's words. Mike's voice, like a beacon, guided him through the darkness. In this moment, Leo felt a sense of comfort, as if Mike was still by his side, accompanying him to face the cruelty of the world together.
Mike's eyes revealed determination and courage, his voice was firm and powerful, as if he were still standing in front of Leo. He took a deep breath, and with a hint of determination in his smile, he continued, "I died for my beliefs, and I have no regrets. So, Leo, don't shed any more tears for me!" His voice was filled with courage and encouragement. Then he burst into laughter, a laughter full of hope and vitality, as if telling Leo to keep moving forward no matter how difficult life may be.
In the image, Mike's smile seems to penetrate the screen and touch Leo's innermost feelings. As Leo looks at Mike's image, tears fill his eyes, but a hint of a smile also appears on his face. It's a complex emotion, a mix of sadness for losing a dear friend and gratitude for the courage and encouragement left behind by this friend.
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