It's surprising how emotions incubating inside a person can change him as they change themselves. Emotions, of joy, of happiness, of trust, of mutual binding. They all seem so great and feel so great. But when he finds out that they're just his emotions, not hers. She hasn't reciprocated any of these emotions. It's as if he's living in his own sphere, weaving up his own stories, living them, loving them, escalated because he thinks that's the truth. But inevitably, reality hits him hard. So hard he's left with nothing but to make a choice. A choice between his own imaginary, familiar sphere, and the real harsh, not so friendly world outside. Looking down, the memories flash like a movie teaser. Apparently the real world out there is too unknown for him, full of bullcrap. All he longs is for his comfortable,cozy sphere when he knows he'll rest in peace. Looking down, he jumps. The choice was his to make, he knew he was correct. He got his peace back, his life back.
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