A single man, his heartstrings woven and twisted in a tangled knot of fate. His choices leading him down paths of further unknown. 

Right, wrong... He knows neither. His past clings to him despite how hard he struggles to break free. One choice teaches him the truth, one breaks in the tempting pleasure of darkness and the last... Oh, but that choice feels far too great for someone like me, he would say.

"I merely want to be loved!" He would cry out, despite his hands wavering at the thought of holding onto outstretched ones.

"I don't want to cry anymore!" He would beg, although he weeps willingly in the arms of the perpetrator.

"I want to be saved!" He grovels but pushes away the hand which emanates warmth and comfort for it was too bright.

Oh, but you unfortunate soul... Why do you continue to torment yourself? Silent weeping, the aching of your heart which has not yet grown dull, the loud voices in your head, constant sorrow and darkness... Why can't you accept love like it is? Is it the fear of hurting yourself? The fear of your love offending others?

No? You don't want to hurt the one who loves you? My dear... There's no deeper pain, than rejecting their love out of the fear of hurting them. Accepting and confronting such feelings could draw closure and understanding. Fear no longer. Reassure your heart and remain steadfast. Through love, your shackles shall break. Your shattered heart be made whole, and your path slowly unwind.

Choices are difficult, but you should never stay idle. Even choices you make that hurts you most...

The man finally stands tall, his wavering eyes now facing forward with conviction. He whispers to himself, soothing the frenzied beating of his heart as he tightens his fist and faces his choices.

"I..." He trails off, his choices bearing the future he paves with his own feet.