Habit: A ritual that holds us and binds us to a continuing course without our conscious recognition. Habit: A naturally occurring action or reaction done repeatedly and constantly until brought to light. Habit: A constant and invariable routine that becomes an unbreakable wall in our minds, and a truth that will die with us without consolation. Habit: The reason I'll never feel whole or be okay again. Habit: What broke me…
Some people think you can only become addicted to drugs and substances that you abuse, but that's completely ignorant. You can much easier become addicted to a person, even an action or circumstance that satisfies some craving or want in your mind. Addiction, habit… lifestyle is what I'm pedaling around. The hardest addiction, the hardest habit to break.
But what happens when you take it away? What happens when you eliminate that habit, that lifestyle, that built the foundation for someone's very existence? Take away everything that they value, turn everyone against them, and what do they have left? A heart is an easy thing to break, and a soul dies with the heart. Because when everything is gone that holds that fragile heart together, it shatters, dragging the soul along with it. Without a soul, all that's left is a shell, and a shell is nothing. Nothing but an excuse to keep breathing.
Strength is measured in what? Trueness to oneself? Courage? Might? Intelligence? Ability? Physicality? If it is, then he was the strongest person I know. Yes, he was. And if someone like him could break, who can't? Can you even imagine what it's like to have everything you love destroyed right in front of you, no warning, no preparation, no precursors. Just one day, out of nowhere, its gone. You can never go back to it, you can never relive it , you can never visit it because its dead. It won't come back. Now take that same circumstance and factor in that no one would help you through it. Everyone was either too afraid of you or too disappointed in you to help you, and you were condemned to live alone. Then, you blame yourself for what happened, what you couldn't have seen coming but you have to blame someone, and no words could change your mind, no person could convince you otherwise, and with every time you look back on it, it seems more and more like you should've known that this would happen. Then people who loved you don't even have the courtesy to leave you be. They fight you, yell at you, hate you, and you're convinced that you have betrayed them.
This is the story of a legend who fell at the hands of those who swore to protect him. As told by one of those who betrayed him, perhaps his best friend… and his murderer.
This is the first time I think I've done a prologue, and yes I know it's ridiculously short, but it kind of had to be. Don't worry, the actual chapters won't be nearly this short. I make a point of having at least 1800 words in a chapter now a days (equal to 4 pages in size ten font on 11 by 8 paper). I hope you'll enjoy this fanfic, as it's been months since I've written one… or continued one for that matter. And yes I gave away the "ending" but don't jump to conclusions. There's more than what you think to come, and the journey's what counts anyway right? :D