All things come to an end.
This story isn't an exception.
Ends are not threats, nor promises.
They exist before even being considered.
We often talk about choices.
About worth.
About freedom.
Some surroundings come before any decision.
Some outcomes happen, whether we accept them or not.
Sometimes, we try to escape them.
Sometimes, we give up before even understanding them.
Either way, the result doesn't change.
It's not about biology.
Nor personality.
Nor willpower.
It's a sequence.
A logic.
A consequence.
Everything else is only a period.
What do you think we're talking about right now ?
What comes before every single choice ?
What can't we escape ?
What do you think fate is ?
A foregone story…
or a story that defines us ?
One thing is sure :
It ends.