It was a cold, dreary day, and the rain pelted down on the pavement. I stood there in the rain, my heart heavy with sorrow. I had been given the ability to travel between alternate realities, and I had chosen to stay in the one where I was despised.
I had been in a relationship with this person for years, but things had gone sour in the last few months. They had become increasingly hostile, and had grown to loathe and despise me. I had been given the chance to travel to another reality, one where I would be loved and accepted, but I had chosen to stay.
When I asked myself why I had chosen to stay, the only answer I could come up with was, “Because it’s the only one where you’re still alive.” I had become so entrenched in this reality that I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. I had grown so accustomed to the pain and suffering that I felt like I deserved it.
The rain continued to fall, and I felt my heart slowly breaking. I had made the decision to stay, and I was beginning to regret it. I had chosen to stay in a reality where I was hated and despised, and I had no hope of ever finding happiness.