Turning Point - The Decision
He wanders.
The frigid air and snow swirls around his form, untouched in summer clothes. Ironic that not so long ago he had wished to visit a world of winter. No “wish” was too strong a word, with too conscious a heft to it. Longed fits better. He had unconsciously longed for many things which he had grown to regret as fate blessed him with them.
Such is only fitting. Someone like he should not be longing for anything.
