a/n: Okay, so this is a extreeeemmeelly short one. (and confusing) And wooow, i just realized how depressing these where turning out to be, Idk why but when im writing these i start to feel all dark and angsty. Ahh well, hope its okay, im going to try some happier ones for the next one(and longerr ones, i had no time for this one!)
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Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness. - Martin Luther King, Jr.
The choice is quite simple, or is it? We all have something, be it big or small, that has changed who we where, the way we looked at things. The tragedies of our pasts can't decide who we are though. We must choose, if we will let them consume and destroy us, leaving us in a world that is empty, dark, meaningless, filled with anger. Or if we will let them strengthen us, learn from mistakes, help others who may be going through the same. If we will selflessly forget about our own pains, and let a light shine on the world, showing us what it truly is. We can help others, or we can hurt ourselves. The choice is quite simple, or is it? Let go of your past and move on, or stay trapped in time, drowning in self pity, unknowingly destroying those who care about you. Which he was, every time he showed how all he cared about was red john, how this was what drove him, what he thought of, something in her broke. And he continued to do it, hurting her with his own selfish pity, she wished he'd realize someone cared. She told him, but he couldn't believe her, he couldn't believe anyone truly cared about him. How could they? Knowing, all that he had done. How many lives he'd destroyed, he didn't think he could even trust himself anymore. She wouldn't continue to watch him doing this, she longed to tell him. To just stop the insanity and make him realize how much everyone truly cared. When she saw him like this, she thought she was just about to break out and start yelling at him for being so selfish. It was his choice, but she planned to help him, to push him in the right way. To let him know he needed to get out of this destructive darkness he'd been torturing himself with, and see the light. The choice was quite simple, wasn't it?
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sorry for the confusing depressiveness. please review ;)