(Sooo, I'm going to assume the rest of the TTT have yet to finish Life Is Strange, and spoiler alert if you haven't finished the game yet: DON'T READ THIS UNTIL YOU'VE PICKED AN ENDING! I know we will be doing lots of Max/Chloe in coming weeks/months, since it's such a great game.)
Grief Passes
I'd stood there, standing over the precipice, watching as the place I knew fell to shambles. The life that I'd build for myself only a lingering moment in time, changeable, just like everything else had been.
Grief passes.
I told myself that, because I knew, looking into the eyes of a woman who'd made too many wrong choices, I couldn't keep cleaning up the mess. I couldn't just throw myself backwards into time again and expect it all to work out.
Luck doesn't work that way, but, grief passes.
We lose people, it sucks, but it's true. I could have reversed time, gone back, and let the woman in front of me die. In the end, that didn't guarantee anything. I might be standing up here, looking at this storm alone, watching as everything, and everyone ceased to exist before my very eyes.
And if I did that, if that was the end of the destination, I wouldn't even have anyone to hold me. My power would be useless anyway. Acceptance was the only answer I had, it was what caused this entire mess in the first place. Thinking I could change things, forcing myself to. Life doesn't conform that way, it doesn't work that way.
It can't be expected to, but, grief passes.
It passes because it must, because our power as human beings comes from being strong enough to accept the unchangeable outcomes in life. People have to die, and those living have to find some way to move on. I… I would have to find a way to move on. I could kill Chloe, or an entire town, but either way, I'd have to be able to accept the unfortunate aftermath. I'd have to be able to live with my choice until my own dying day.
Maybe it was selfish, but in the end, I'd have to come to terms with my grief. It was either that, or I'd end up trying to change time all over again. With more pictures, and likely deadly outcomes.
But, grief passes.
So, I chose Chloe. I chose to rip up the photograph, because I wouldn't be changing time again. I couldn't make those gambles and risk any more people. If I broke time again, who knew how many people would suffer in the next round.
But, grief passes, and love can heal wounds.
It was the mantra I thought of as I ripped the photograph in half, choosing to love her, to be with her, and sacrificing everyone else, including those I'd saved because of it. All of it meant nothing to the twisting storm, and in the end, there would probably be nothing left.
But, grief passes, and life, strange as it is, goes on. No matter how hard I try, nothing I could do would ever change that.