7 Are moments short?

"Emm,"

"Player didn't choose an object. Try again."

"Emm."

"Denied."

"I said I wanted Emm!" Raam snapped his fist slamming onto an imaginary desk.

"Denied." Raam didn't answer back to the voice, the waiting room had drifted to an eery silence. His eyes were clouded with anger every pore of his body radiating heat.

"Welcome back." The spirit butted into the silence.

"You're a bastard."

"I'm a being far superior-"

"Shut it! You think I care about any of that?"

"Player, take a breath,"

"I told you to shut it! You, made me re-experience the worst day of my life!"

The spirit didn't dare reply to Raam while he suffered from an extreme bout of anger.

"Once wasn't enough, she had to die twice over! You don't think I replay that same scene over and over again? That maybe if I had seen the signs I would have been able to save her? Screw you! Screw you! I...I...I...I...miss her!" Raam fell to his knees his head hung low, the tears falling to the ground.

"Player, it's time for you to pick an object." The spirit repeated.

"I don't care for an object! I want Emm back!" The words were released between sobs chocking up making the simple sentences feel like forcing a little kid to eat healthy.

"Emm is not an object." The spirit repeated.

The two no longer talked the only sounds being Raam's sobs. The void stayed like this for a long while, before Ramm forced himself to stand and wiped away his tears. His eyes still evidently puffy and red along with his badly stained cheeks.

"Player, have you made a choice?"

"There is no choice!"

"Player if you don't make a choice you will be without an item for that story."

Raam took the dagger from his first story in hand, his knuckles turning a pale white. His brought it to his chest and repeated the scene from his first story. To his dismay, the weapon went through his body, it had become transparent where he tried to stab. "Even in death, I can't be with them!"

"Player I need an answer."

"...My grandmother's wedding ring," Exactly like the dagger a pair of platinum, with diamonds, rings appeared in his hand. A look of guilt evident on his face as he held the rings tightly in his fist.

"It's time to see the world you left for your characters."

The scenes were quick to the onlooker not lasting longer than a moment at a time, but they told a long-term story. A brother gave up his future for his sister. He took two jobs his time, no longer being free. He dedicated everything he did to make sure she would have a bright future.

He did in the end succeed.

She went on to hold a stable and well off job after college. She was never happy though. She was constantly displeased with her brother for everything he did. She had nearly committed suicide because her family was gone. Though he promised to never let her out his reach he was never there.

Then why didn't it get delay but altogether stop? She knew how hard he was working. She knew he was doing this because he loved her. She begged him multiple time trying to in some way stop the fate he had put himself in but he never listened. What mattered to him was her future not his own. While to her what mattered wasn't tomorrow, but today.

A contrasting set of ideals that in the end led to their own type of happy end. A classic that any person has read before.

"It's time for the next story." The specter informed the voice had not changed at all this whole time. Raam made no one line response as he was transported away.

"Boring..."