In darkness

And contemplation

He lay.

Challenges

Make

Or

Unmake.

All it takes

A bad day

From a sane man

To a lunatic.

His rotten methods

Self-destructive.

However

The cynic

Unkillable.

You cannot kill

What is already

Dead.

Up until now

His principles

Modus operandi

Functioning

Efficiently.

It cannot be

Self-sacrifice

If there is nothing

To sacrifice.

Pondering

Truth be told

He did not

Depreciate himself.

No.

He simply did not care.

Fake people

Have an image

To maintain.

Real people

Just don't care.

By burying his social reputation

Under layers of disappointment

He had effectively

Constructed

A bunker

To shelter

From the fallout

Of expectation.

However

Lessons

From a certain sage

And a mother wolf

Reverberated

Realization

Perhaps

Even his philosophies

A mindset

Of running away.

Everyone runs.

The question is

To which direction?

Now

His operating principle

Jeopardized

By the entry

In his life

A certain fire queen.

A woman

That now

He began

To love.

On the cynical side

The events that had unfold

A malicious

Underhanded

Tactic.

A cliché.

Self-harm

A double-edged sword

Immediate magnet

For attention

Or a gruesome

Ending.

Even now

Skepticism

Dictate

This was a trap

But then again

If it was

Then he must

Save her.

A terrifying proverb.

Blood on his hands.

She was like the spell

To disspell

His immortality

And now

He was

Vulnerable.

Love is the ultimate armor-penetrating round.

Now

There was something

To sacrifice.

His mother had warned him.

It was not just about you.

Perhaps it never was.

Be considerate.

Looking back

Had he been

More considerate

He would not find himself

In this quagmire

Caught at an impasse

Quicksand

Of despair.

He would not be separated

From the conscription

That is, the club

He had come to love.

There would be no need

To make

A certain

Sweet airhead

Cry.

And perhaps

The queen of fire

Would find

Her prince

And live happily ever after.

Alas, it was not.

What if, and this is strictly hypothetical.

You could load saved logs in your life, just like in a video game.

Would it change your life?

The answer

Is a resounding no!

He was still a cynic

A loner

A magnet to bad luck

And a catalyst

To misfortunes.

God bless that nice girl back in middle-school.

From her

As if she had handed him

The cyanide pill

Which had killed

Resurrected

Reborn

As a realist.

A cynic.

At one point

Everyone

No exceptions

Would have to swallow

The pill

In life.

Cynicism is a hereditary trait

In the human family.

Source: me.

Now

Because

A certain fire queen

Began to cherish him

Self-sacrifice

Demands

A steep price.

His methods

May not break him

But it will certainly

Break her heart.

Be compassionate.

Admit to his mistakes.

Indeed

He had wrought havoc

Broke hearts

Trampled on flowers

On youth.

Broke her heart.

Like a shattered crystal

The broken shards

Razor sharp

Slice and draw

Mental bleeding

Painful.

Take responsibility.

Pick it up.

Slowly

Carefully

Put it back together.

The reason

Yet

To be revealed.

Break it down

Build her up.

Like the Atlas

He was burdened

Or blessed

A great responsibility

Lies on his shoulders.

Love is a burden.

We always have a choice.

Which burden to carry.