Shatter

My lips scowled in disgust at my kowtowing self. What do I owe them? They are nothing but self-centric bastards who deserve not a single coin. They were provided everything since their birth. I worked hard for them to live a good life, and this is how they treat me.

Before my thoughts got any further, I shook my head and smiled. So, this is what they call a heart demon? I see.

The reality of my life, the choices I made, and the paths I did not take all converged in this moment. The heavens were showing me the what-ifs, the could-have-beens, and the alternate fates that lay just out of reach. They were testing my resolve, my understanding of my journey, and my acceptance of the life I had carved out for myself.