It was cold.
Cold-
Really cold.
The world was cold.
Perhaps-
Too cold.
And yet-
Inside that cold-
There was a being.
A being of light.
'Why…'
Why did it come to this.
Why?
Why did things happen this way.
Why?
Why did it always have to be him.
Questions upon questions but no answers… none.
Before him- was darkness.
Darkness of his choosing.
He chose this.
He wanted this.
And yet-
He didn't.
The feeling- definitely not pleasant.
Why?
Why did he choose this?
Why did he just accept this?
Why did he bet on that meager possibility of things going right when they clearly weren't going to?
Why indeed.
He certainly didn't know.
And there wasn't anyone to ask either.
Just darkness-
His darkness.
The clear- transparent water below him-
